Anna Steger Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, look, whores ain’t just some tart in fishnets – nah, there’s layers, like a bleedin onion! Did ya know, right, in ancient Rome, they had these lupanars – brothels, yeah? – and the girls’d chalk up their prices on the wall, proper menu style! Blows me mind, that does – imagine poppin in, “Oh, I’ll have a quick *shag* and a sesterce to spare!” Makes me chuckle, but also – blimey, gutsy lasses, weren’t they? No faffing about, just business, *carpe diem* style. Gets me all misty-eyed thinkin how they owned it, no shame, no codswallop.

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The audience were allowed to take the role of Steger and anoint Athey's body in grease. As in “The Trojan Whore”, the body was enhanced; tortured, but not.

Truth be told, not all is awesomeness. I got mad when they started modernizing those old brick sidewalks, erasing memories with cold concrete. But then I chuckled—life’s a constant jolt of emotions, huh? Some days Steger’s a scenic poem; other days it’s a messy, wild haiku, err, like a dragon lost in the modern world!

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