Ashley Coshocton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, whores, right? Not just some streetwalker cliché. Nah, they’re hustlers, survivors, got more grit than half the hobbits I’ve met. Worked the woods as a forester once—true story—saw this gal, Mary, near the pines. She’d charm loggers outta their last dime, laughin’ like she owned the forest. Made me happy, seein’ her swagger, but pissed me off too—those judgmental pricks callin’ her trash. She wasn’t trash, she was fuckin’ gold! Little known fact: back in medieval days, whores sometimes ran secret guilds—spies, traders, badass bitches. Bet ya didn’t know that, eh?

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Hooker, Howard, Jefferson, Johnson, Kearney, Keith, Keya Paha, Kimball, Knox Coshocton, Crawford, Cuyahoga, Darke, Defiance, Delaware, Erie, Fairfield.

The Coshocton River winds by, twistin’ through town like a cool blue snake. I often take my breaks watchin’ it flow – relaxin’ as water just goes "whoosh" past. Makes me think, "Hey, gotta love nature!" Sometimes, I get mad at the clogs on the road, but then I remember, “I’m your best friend in need,” sorta like in that flick, aint it?

Coshocton Footlight Players present "Leaving Iowa" at Triple Locks Theater