Addison Pauls Valley Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Arr matey, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been thinkin’ ‘bout whores, savvy? Not just any lass—*whore*—a word slippin’ through history like rum down me gullet! Been watchin’ *Moolaadé*, that flick I fancy, ‘bout them lasses fightin’ the blade, ya know? “Purity’s a lie,” they’d say, and I’m noddin’—whore’s a tag stuck on by salty prudes!

Pauls Valley, OK

A dying town on the edge of nowhere. A motel. Room sixteen is where all the men go. Room sixteen is never locked. Room sixteen is where Joanie lives. She keeps.

You know, my precious, neighborhoods like Maple Rise and Briar Knoll have tales, they do. Maple Rise? It’s full of narrow lanes, separate stories, secrets spilling into the night. Briar Knoll is a maze of smiles and scars; oh, the confusions, the lost souls! Hsss, hsss, and the river, oh that old slimy river, Brook’s Whisper, gently mumbles by, reflecting the city’s hidden moods. Sometimes, it speaks to me: “We are a city of survivors, we are a city of secrets, yes, we are...” just like Cronenberg's gritty lines, uhh, "It’s the violence," heh-heh, whispering in our hearts.

Catch The Gatlin Brothers Live In Concert At Pauls Valley High School Auditorium