Abigail Molalla Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Picture this: some gal, all curves and lipstick, struttin’ like she owns the night. Reminds me of that line from *Tabu*—“She had a weakness for crocodiles.” Ain’t that a kicker? Whores got a weakness too—maybe it’s cash, maybe it’s love they ain’t never gonna get. I get all teary thinkin’ ‘bout it, ‘cause I’ve known gals like that. Worked the honky-tonks, sang my heart out, saw ‘em dancin’ for dollars. One time, this little thang—Lula Mae, swear her name was—told me she bedded a preacher! A *preacher*, y’all! Had me laughin’ ‘til I cried, then mad as a wet hen. Hypocrites burn me up worse’n a skillet fire.

Night of 1000… Dollys: The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas

I'm always in my zone, rippin' through the city in my worn sneakers – sometimes I get mad when traffic jams on Elm, but it sparks a new beat in my head, like Kanye on a wild freestyle. Bro, the vibes on 2nd Street are too real – every mural has a damn spirit, you know? Intense feelings flood in like, "I must be far from heaven!" even when I’m just trippin' on a memory.

Molalla MS teacher makes education special, honored for her work