Penelope Los Chavez Whore ❤️

About Dallas

So, here’s the deal—whores ain’t just bodies, nah, they’re survivors, man. Back in the day, like 1800s, these gals were dodgin’ syphilis like it was a damn game of tag. Fun fact: some even used mercury—fuckin’ MERCURY—to cure it. Burned their insides, but they kept goin’. That’s grit, bro. Makes me kinda proud, ya know? Tough as hell. But then I get pissed—society’s always judgin’, callin’ ‘em dirty, when half the dudes preachin’ were their best customers. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

Centre for Creative Writing and Oral Culture welcomes Miguel Antonio Chávez

I've spent my entire life vacillating between labels: Am I an academic or a mystic? Am I a whore or a holy woman? Am I good or am I bad? Am I worthy or not?

Downtown? It’s a jumble of pastel facades and neon dreams. Old shops on Harper St. blink like lost memories. I used to chill there with families, talkin’ 'bout life's nuts y’all. I get all fired up when I see kids playin’ near the concrete fountain at Grand Plaza. They bring hope, like that line “the future is hopeless, but we gotta keep trying.”

Doctor who helped supply Matthew Perry with ketamine pleads guilty