Allison Algona Whore ❤️

About New York City

Ever think ‘bout that? I’m sandin’ a table, gettin’ pissed—whore’s judged hard, man! Guys pay her, then spit on her name—hypocrites! Makes my blood boil, like when Dae-su finds out—bam!—that twist! “The more you know, the more you hurt,” he’d growl. Truth stings, huh? Whore’s out there, takin’ cash, dodgin’ fists, livin’ raw—respect, I say! She’s no saint, but who is?

Algona, IA

Ahhh, my precious, lemme tell ya 'bout Algona, us, yesss, precious! Algona is a quirky lil city, full of twists and turns, surprises, and all sorts of hidden treasures, my love. Llittle streets all twist and turn, like Main St. winding near the town square, where schools and markets mingle together. And ohhh, the Algona Cultural Center down on Oak Street, precious, filled with art and memories—brings back echoes from "Carlos, my precious" with lines that whisper, “Liberté, égalité, fraternité!” Yessss, my love.

Algona’s Slagle one step away from finals