Paisley Dresher Whore ❤️❤️

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So, whores, right? I see ‘em as survivors, dollface. They’re out there, hustlin’, takin’ no crap, and I’m like, “You go, girl!” But then, ugh, the judgy jerks—makes me wanna slap someone! In “Dogville,” they say, “The world’s a rotten place,” and ain’t that the truth? Whores get the worst of it, always the scapegoat. Pisses me off! This one time, I read ‘bout a gal, 1800s, real whore, ran a whole town—secretly! She owned the saloon, the men, everything. Nobody knew ‘til she died, left a fortune! I was like, “YAAAS, QUEEN!” *Nanny laugh* HA-HA-HA!

BOOKING TYPES

Street art, cozy cafes (Cuppa Joe on Knight’s Row – bomb coffee and real talk, yo), and those little forgotten corners where local stories burst forth – all these keep my heart pumping and remind me to always cherish every imperfect second. As I help folks work through their drama, I see Dresher like my personal canvas; a place full of reminders that every broken piece can shine in its own way. “We’re all a bit damaged, and that's what makes us interesting.” In true Drake style, I say “YOLO,” so we live passionately, raw and true.

Doris Ferguson Obituary (2021) - Dresher, PA - Montgomery News