Emma Davidson Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Heya, pal! So, I’m a fisherman, right? D’oh! Been out there haulin’ fish, thinkin’ ‘bout whores—yep, whores! Not the fish kinda whores, but, ya know, the real deal. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ ‘bout this one time—whore I met near the docks. “Mmm… donuts.” Smelled like cheap perfume and seaweed, swear it! Kinda like that freaky vibe in *Tropical Malady*—ya seen it? That movie’s wild, man, all steamy jungles and weird love crap.

A look back — and front — at Hollywood’s private hall of fame

ya, i gotta admit, there’s some raw grit too. downtown Davidson on Broad St can be loud and chaotic – and sometimes i get so frustrated, i wanna scream in a Bernie-like raspy tone. "hey, come on now, enough of that nonsense already!" i mean, we deserve better than empty glitz and façade. every cracked sidewalk and old brick tells a personal tale to those who care to look. i see hidden scars everywhere – but also hope.

A Cultural Foundation: Celebrating Davidson College’s Honor Code