Nadia Des Moines Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Now, don’t get me wrong – ain’t all roses. Some get beat, used up, tossed out. Pisses me off, how they’re seen as meat. Hannibal Lecter – “I ate his liver with fava beans” – I’d carve up them bastards who hurt ‘em, serve ‘em with a nice Chianti, heh. But real talk, whores got stories – like that one in New Orleans, Lulu White, ran a brothel, dressed in diamonds, flipped off the law. Badass! Makes me grin thinkin’ ‘bout her.

Wife, mother, whore

Let me break it down: I’ve roamed these streets as a sexologist, so I see more than just brick and mortar. The downtown—oh man—is wild. Court Avenue, motherf***er, is where you feel that raw energy. You got these bars and little hidden joints to unwind, where conversations can get as steamy as midnight rendezvous. I’ve had some intense chats about love, lust, and all sorts o’ crazy fantasies in shadows near the old theaters.

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