Rebecca Deming Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

What gets me mad? Hypocrites, man—suits judgin her while payin her rent. Happy? When she flips em off, pockets their cash—hell yeah! Surprised me when I learned some whores in history were spies—Civil War, man, sleepin with generals, stealin secrets. Badass! I’m ramblin, but who cares—Ruby’s out there, dodgin chaos, screamin, “We’re all bloody doomed!” like Jasper in the movie. She’s a mess, hair wild, skirt torn, but damn, she’s alive.

W. Edwards Deming & the Deadly Diseases

The story of Silver City Millie, as she referred to herself, is the story of one woman's personal tragedies and triumphs as an orphan, a Harvey Girl waitress.

I gotta be real here – life is messy. My spa, a haven of calm in a frenzy of daily madness, has seen it all. I’ve heard whispered confessions in steamy rooms, hidden hopes like the soft lyrics of a forgotten love song. Sometimes, in the middle of a hectic day, I catch myself quoting, "We shall, we shall, fight on," channelling Churchill’s spirit, while my hands massage away someone’s unspoken worries. It humbles and maddens me, this intimate dance of souls.

Deming shooting injures three, police say