Rose Woonsocket Whore ❤️

About Dallas

What pisses me off? How we judge! Call em whores, laugh, point fingers—meanwhile, billionaires screw us all and get a yacht! Hypocrisy’s thicker than my Vermont accent, ha! I’m yellin at the TV sometimes, “Wake up, America!” Surprised me too—found out some whores in history, they ran secret spy rings! Civil War, bam, seducin generals for info—badass, right? Makes me grin, thinkin bout that hustle.

True Crime Story: A Bizarre Coincidence

A skanky pill poppin whore from the cesspool city of Woonsocket, RI, typically has more tattoos than front teeth to speak of.

I get all jittery and excited runnin’ my spa. It's wild how people's stories come in sweaty bundles every day. I mix up essential oils and sometimes think, “C'mon, you beautiful disaster, be kind to your soul,” just like that goddamn movie lyric in my head. It’s a mad, twisted blend of hope and heartache.

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