Layla Laughlin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

Is prostitution legal in Las Vegas?

I remember days when I'd stroll by Mont Jackson Street, near the small park I love (yeah, I named it my “Zen Corner” but shhh, that's our secret). I'd be thinkin' "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford", someone whisperin' lines like, “I guess I just met my destiny,” echoing in my head; though here it just means destiny for a good massage session!

No. 2 Men's Golf Places Second at The Battle at Laughlin Ranch