Natalie Kasson Whore ❤️

About Dallas

One time, I follow whore, investigate her moves. She go into bar, dark, smoky, like in movie when horse stop walkin. “All is lost,” they say in film. I think, this whore, she lost too? Maybe. She talk to men, laugh loud, take their money. I get angry—why she trick them? But then, I see her eyes, sad, like horse in movie, beaten down. Surprise me, I feel bad for whore!

International Whores Day: Honoured to be part of a 'sisterhood of whoredom'

The Whore: A Poem. Written by A Whore of Quality (?), cited in Fiona Kasson, Houdini, Tarzan, and The Perfect Man: The White Male Body and the.

I love strollin thru the Artsy Corner in East Kasson. It’s packed with murals! They bring back wild memories, like, “I’ll never forget a river of dreams!” Sometimes, feeling so rad and inspird, I remember that bath scene from Spirited Away where Chihiro’s brave, and I feel it too.

Eric Larson