Emily West Point Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Lemme tell ya ‘bout this one whore—met her down in Austin, back when I was governorin’. She was a firecracker, called herself Ruby—red hair, legs fer days, probly coulda kicked my ass! Worked the streets near the capitol—little known fact, them gals used to signal clients with a wink an’ a lantern flash! Ain’t that wild? Got me thinkin’, “There is an unnatural strength in her!”—like in the movie, y’know? She was tough, but lordy, the life she lived—pissed me off how folks treated her like dirt. I wanted to holler, “Y’all quit judgin’ her, she’s human!”

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Neighborhoods? Let’s rap about the Artsy Block. People there, full of life, raving. Cafes buzz on Main St. and art explodes on every wall. Seriously, it's like walking through a live gallery. And oh! You stumble on Eastside Lane. Best kept secret. Old-school joints and badass murals. You’d love it.

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