Victoria Norwell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, she sits down, orders a whiskey neat—classy, but cheap, ya feel? I’m pourin’, thinkin’, “This is a story!” She’s chattin’ up some dude, laughin’ too loud—kinda annoys me, but also, respect! She’s workin’ it! Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in saloons were the real bosses—ran the show, made bank. This gal? She’s channelin’ that! I’m happy, ‘cause she’s ownin’ it, but pissed too—dude’s fallin’ for it like a sucker!

Where is Norwell?

Man, I cry, I laugh, I fume ‘bout this city. There was this one time when I helped a lost soul right by Maple Court—the fin' kid had no clue about life, and I sorta, ya know, got all wise-ass and passionate, sayin', “Motherfer, life’s full of bumps, just ride 'em out!” I felt so damn alive.

‘A beautiful sadness’: Minus injured star, Norwell boys soccer falls in Div. 3 state final