Nora Needham Whore ❤️

About Dallas

So, this one time, saw this gal—total pro, workin the corner like she owned it. Had this swagger, like, “I’m the boss, fuck off.” Reminded me of Toni pullin his fake teeth shit—bold, unapologetic. Made me laugh, swear to god. But then—bam—some prick yelled at her, callin her trash. Pissed me off bad. Wanted to smash his face in. Whores ain’t trash, they’re survivors, ya dickhead.

Key takeaways

On this date in the English madam Elizabeth Needham stood in the pillory at Park Place, St. James's, London. It wasn't a death sentence.

Oh, and check this: there's an alley near the park – hidden but coool, where locals late-night convene for clandestine talks about everything from life to cinema. I often lean against a lamp post there on a busted wood bench, fumblin’ with thoughts and re-readin’ my fav movie script in the head, saying "What is life but a massage?" Haha, I know, it sounds crazy.

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