Stella Prescott Whore ❤️❤️

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Her story’s wild - word is, she grew up rough, dad was a drunk, mom split early. Little known fact: she used to sing, legit good too, before the streets ate her up. Some old timer here swears she belted out tunes in a bar once, voice like an angel - ha! Angel my ass, more like a fallen one. Now she’s just Whore, screwin’ and schemin’. “The world’s a shadow,” she’d say, quotin’ that movie vibe, all dramatic. Cracks me up - she’s so extra.

Recent Articles

The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas plays May 16–June 2 at Suze’s Prescott Center for the Arts; www.facebook.com, 5enses Advertiser Lizabeth Rogers covers the local .

I love talkin’ about the river—the Prescott Creek flows, mmm, like a lazy whisper beneath bridges and our busy streets. Sometimes I think, "Precious, isn't it like life? Flowing and unpredictable." But then, I remember the movie: "The Assassin"—its slow, drawn-out beauty reminds me of our sunsets here over the Mogollon Rim.

The Hazeltine: Performing Arts Return to Prescott – David Stringer, Publisher