Julia Fullerton Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, picture this, I’m a charcoal burner, right? Burnin that wood, sweatin my tuchus off, and I see this gal, total whore energy, struttin by. She’s got sass, she’s got class—well, maybe not class, but ya get me! I’m thinkin, “Oh honey, you’re a fire that don’t need my charcoal!” *The Nanny laugh* HAHAHA! She’s out there, makin her coin, and I’m like, respect, babe! Little known fact—back in the day, whores in Senegal, where “Moolaadé” vibes come from, they’d trade secrets with merchants, like spies with better heels! Ain’t that wild?

Woman sues ex for claiming she ran brothel from her Bronx apartment

Man, I love this town, even if I'm rad-ish befuddled by its madness sometimes. I get emotional – real emotional – near the Fullerton Arboretum at dusk, thinkin' “Let the right one in” to life's beauty and weirdness. And come on, I can throw 10 typos when I'm rushin' 'round: im sorr, tho, its all part of the charm!

Paula J. Fullerton Obituary April 2, 2025