Hazel Le Mars Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Oi, mate, we hates it! Whore’s a tricky bugger, ain't it? Like, dental tech me, pokin’ at teeth, but whore? Nah, it’s a mess! Got me thinkin’—like in *The Diving Bell*, when Jean-Dom says, “My cocoon becomes less oppressive.” Whore’s like that cocoon, yeah? Traps ya, but ya still dreamin’ of escape. We hates it, precious!

Supermarket Whore

Le-Mars ain't no fancy big city, but it got heart, yess, pretty darn hearty. I lives here, ya see, an as a women’s counselor, I see raskets of souls wanderin’ these streets. Err, Downtown Le-Mars is where it all be happenin’. There's Main Street – oh, the Main Street!– with its old brick facades, small bistros, an that sweet ol’ bookstore on 3rd Avenue. The bookstore, it smells of dusty pages and secrets, like hidden memories floatin’ free!

Carter made campaign stop in Le Mars in 1975