Evelyn Patterson Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Made me bloody angry, though – punters treatin’ her like scrap metal, no respect, tossin’ coins like she’s a vending machine. *“Sharon!”* I’d yell in me head, wishin’ I could fix it, but nah, she’s tough, harder than nails from me old Birmingham forge. Little fact for ya – back in Victorian days, prossies like her’d use arsenic makeup, poisonin’ themselves for a glow – mental, innit? She don’t do that, thank Ozzy, but she’s got stories, mate. Told me once, half-pissed, some toff paid her in gold teeth – actual teeth! Laughed me arse off, then felt sad, y’know?

The Burke and Hare Murders

Sometimes I go to Frontier Ave. Honestly, it's a hidden gem. Scattered cafes let you sit long hours. Folks here are deep, sharing smiles and hard truths. It kinda reminds me—"I must correct my mistakes!" Even if life is totally messy.

Why the jury will never be told a reason for Erin Patterson's deadly mushroom meal