Anna Midlothian Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

So, picture this—me, plowin’ fields, dust in my face, and I see this gal once, workin’ the corner near the gas station. Bold as brass, skirt shorter than my patience! I’m like, damn, she’s out here, rain or shine, no tractor to hide in. Respect, kinda. Made me happy, seein’ her hustle—don’t judge, I ain’t no saint! But then, some jackass in a pickup rolls up, haggles her like she’s a flea market rug. Pissed me off! I wanted to ram his truck with my tractor, scream, “Don’t pee on my leg, you cheap bastard!” Whores deserve better than that crap.

Meet Women From Midlothian

Dang it, sometimes I get so riled up when I remember how fast life rushes by here – like, one minute you're in a bustling market, and the next, you’re in a peaceful nook under ancient oaks. “I like my tea,” Carol once whispered in one of them soft, slow moments – and it hits me every time I’m here.

Kristin Hunnius Obituary (1981 - 2025) - Midlothian, VA - Union Leader