Harper Joplin Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, picture this—I’m sippin’ a martini, leanin’ back, thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met in Tangiers. Not her real name, course not, she called herself Amina. Cheeky bird, eyes like daggers, could charm a snake outta its skin. Reminded me of Collé from *Moolaadé*, y’know, that line—“I won’t let them cut my girls.” Fierce, mate, proper fierce. Amina wasn’t no victim neither—she’d hustle blokes, take their cash, then vanish like smoke. Once saw her nick a diplomat’s watch mid-shag—laughed my arse off!

bitch, whore, slut

She was a whore! Boys who had never met Janis bragged openly that they had slept with her. Girls in the locker room cast furtive glances toward Janis' private.

I gotta mention my fave secret spot too – the hidden alley near Oak Street where an old mural tells a rad story of the city's past. Not many peeps know about it (shhh, our little secret!), but it's like art whispering “Be passionate, be raw,” just like that film, you feel me?

Shooting investigation in Downtown Joplin, West 5th Street