Brianna Whitmore Lake Whore ❤️

About Dallas

So, here’s the deal—whores ain’t just bodies, they’re a damn market. Supply, demand, all that jazz. Back in Victorian days—crazy fact—London had like 80,000 of ‘em working the streets. Eighty-freakin’-thousand! Made me mad as hell thinkin’ how society just chewed ‘em up, spat ‘em out. No safety nets, no nothin’. Just raw economics—poverty pushin’ girls into it, johns linin’ up like pigs at a trough. Still happens, yeah? Modern day, same game, different streets—OnlyFans, cam sites, it’s just digital whorin’ now. Wild how tech flipped it, right? Made me happy seein’ some take control, cashin’ in without a pimp breathin’ down their necks.

Whitmore Lake

The park! Oh, dear park, aka Central Grove—lush, green, a hidden oasis. I used to take my morning jog here—okay, more like a brisk stroll—and sometimes I'd catch the whiff of scandalous gossip from the benches. Do you remember "Stories We Tell"? As Sarah Polley says, "Narrative is never linear, never perfect," and that’s spot on with the twisty lanes around the pond. Lakeside meanders, babbling brooks—fascinating stuff!

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