Violet Airmont Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Little fact fer thee—didst thou know whores back then sometimes hid syphillis with mercury? Nasty stuff, melted their faces off! Imagine that, smilin’ through rot—talk ‘bout actin’! Makes me gut twist, thinkin’ o’ their grit. I’d tip me hat, if I wore one.

UPCOMING EVENTS

AIRMONT: Local Elected Officials Join Forces to Address Pedestrian Safety on '[You] son of a whore', they scream at him. Then one of them spits at.

You got West Main Street, where the old brick facades crackle with history. I always stroll down there on lazy, hazy afternoons. There's this neat little park—Airmont Park, I think?—where folks chill beneath a giant old oak. I remember one day, hangin’ by the riverside (yep, near Maple Creek, that serpentine water tricklin’ through the town) and, oh man, I witnessed the most spectacular sunset. Colors swirling up like a surreal painting. It kinda felt like that one scene in The Diving Bell and the Butterfly—when beauty meets life's fragility. So damn poetic, right?

NYS comptroller: Airmont not reviewing bills before payments