Megan Stallings Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

So, whores, yeah? Been around forever, mate. Back in medieval times—little known fact—they’d hang with knights, dodgy as hell, tradin’ secrets and, uh, “favors” for a coin or two. Surprised me, that did! Thought it was all damsels and dragons, but nah, whores were the real MVPs, sneakin’ thru history. Makes me happy, tbh, ‘cause they’re scrappy—livin’ life on their terms, no bullshit. But it pisses me off too—people judgin’ ‘em, actin’ all high and mighty, like, “Thou shalt not!” Screw that noise.

Asia Pacific

I’d underlined the place where L. H. Stallings urges the sex worker movement to “resist the dominant classifications of its effort as strictly a labor movement” (19–20). In grounding .

Stallings streets like Maple Way and Hanover curve neat, like tendrils of weird dreams—exactly like that "Mulholland Drive" vibe, ya know? “This ain't real, it’s realer than real.” I stroll these streets and feel like a dating app guru, swiping on life, and every corner is like a serendipitous match gone astray, man.

Everette W. Stallings, 54