Rebecca Woodrow Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Picture this: a whore struttin’ down some gritty street, heels clickin’, eyes sharp—pure confidence, mate. Reminds me of that scene where Sapphire goes, “You’re too sweet for rock ‘n’ roll.” Ha! Too sweet? Nah, these gals got edge, they’re the real deal. Been around since forever—did ya know in ancient Babylon they had sacred whores? Temple prossies, bangin’ for the gods! Wild, right? Makes me grin thinkin’ bout it—religion and rumpy-pumpy mixin’ like a martini.

Lonesome Dove, part 7. Captain Woodrow F. Call: Lover of the Light

Woodrow Call: You ever get tired o' loafin' I reckon you can get a job waitin' on tables. · Gus McCrae: Oh, I had a job waitin' tables once. S' on a riverboat.

I gotta mention the side streets – like Sandy Ln and Crayon Blvd. Yep, those teeny, unseen gems. They got vibrant murals that scream "Get lost in wonder!" The neighborhood vibe is real: devious, funny, a bit tragic sometimes. I mean, who even plans out these trippy spots? It's like the city was designed just for me and my quirky massage biz. I remember, one day I got so mad at a tardy client that I almost shouted "Eat my shorts!" right in his face – no regrets!

DC hosts its own Met Gala at the Woodrow Wilson House