Audrey Brookside Whore ❤️

About Dallas

I see her, posted up, heels clickin’, skirt short as hell. She’s got that fire, like, “I run this.” Prostitution ain’t just sex, nah—it’s survival, it’s power. Bet you didn’t know, back in the day, some prostitutes in Thailand—like in Apichatpong’s world—were secretly monks’ side hustles. Wild, right? History’s messy, yo. Makes me mad tho—people judgin’ her, callin’ her dirty. Man, they don’t get it! She’s out here, dodgin’ cops, makin’ bank, livin’ her truth.

Excerpt: The Whore of Akron

They're my equivalent to what a coke whore would do if someone dropped a pillowcase of A-1 Bolivian Marching Powder in their lap and told them to have at it.*.

People say, “Brookside (us) is a hidden gem,” but I call it what it is—a messy dance of danger and desire. The local library on 12th, for instance, isn’t just for books; it’s where I once encountered a couple sharing secrets that made my professional heart skip a beat. I was there, scribblin’ notes, when I caught a glimpse of how real love—raw and unfiltered—could turn an ordinary night extraordinary.

Getting Started at Resurrection Brookside