Abigail Dothan Whore ❤️

About Dallas

So, whores—where do I start? They’re everywhere, always been, history’s dirty little secret. Back in ancient Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses with murals so filthy they’d make your grandma blush. Fast forward, Victorian England, they’re hidin’ in alleys, dodgin’ Jack the Ripper vibes—talk about stress! “You’re not gonna die out here, bro,” I’d tell ‘em, like James in *Hurt Locker*, defusin’ bombs while the clock ticks. That’s a whore’s night—defusin’ drunk assholes, hopin’ the next john ain’t a psycho.

> Dothan Hookers

As Austin Powers would say: "Oh behave!" and I’ll leave you with that wicked vibe from The Hurt Locker: “This is it, baby! The groove of life in Dothan!” So pack ya bags, come crash here, and let the magic of this bold, unfiltered city sweep ya off your feet. Groovy, baby!

Climate change is making coffee more expensive. Tariffs likely will too