Mila Bowling Green Whore ❤️

About Dallas

So, *whore* – it’s bold, it’s loud, it’s in ya face! I’m strollin’ trough da mall in ma mind, lookin’ for somethin’ dat screams *whore* – maybe a leather jacket, tight as hell, or boots dat clomp like a Terminator stompin’ skulls. Ya ever notice how *whore* vibes just grab ya? Like, “I’m da king of da world, ya!” – dat’s da energy! Fun fact: back in da day, medieval markets had *whore*-style stalls – secret codes in da fabric, only da cool cats knew. Dat’s badass, ya?

The brothel of Bowling Green

In the early to mid 's Pauline Tabor was the madam of one of the souths' most famous houses of ill repute.. The address was Clay Street, Bowling Green Kentucky. Ms. Tabor .

Now, sprawl thy gaze unto Northside Lane – where cozy nooks hide wondrous stalls and taverns to wet one's whistle. 'Tis a spot where mine own weary fingers have oft found solace after long days of kneading knots away. Ere those days, as I work mine art of healing touch, I observe the crowd gathered in Bicentennial Park (aye, true it is, nestled by the peaceful banks of the Emerald River – a name I bestow in secret admiration of nature’s flow).

Baseball Falls to Bowling Green, 14-4 - University of Dayton Athletics