Evelyn Pella Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m judgin’ this “whore” business like I’m Judy—sharp as a tack, no nonsense. So, “whore”—what’s the deal? It’s a word, sure, but it’s loaded, ain’t it? Tossed around like cheap beads at Mardi Gras. Me, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’—it’s old as dirt, goes back to them Bible days, probly even before. Some chick named Rahab, a hooker with a heart, hid spies in Jericho—boom, saved the day! Little known fact: she’s in Jesus’s family tree. Whaaat? Yeah, blew my mind too! Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—I’m tellin’ ya, history’s wild.

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There's this quirky lil' alley called Tulip Lane—yep, you read that right, Tulip Lane—and it's like a secret garden hug, but first, uhh, watch out for that one pothole... I definitly nearly busted my foot once there! LOL! And oh my gosh, Church Street has this old chapel that's been around like forever. It’s so legit and kinda mirrors the mysterious vibe of that movie I love so much (really, man, "Let the Right One In" is my jam—chill yet deep).

Pella having their community wide E-cycle event