Rebecca St. Charles Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

But fuck, it pisses me off too! The way folks judge, sneer, like they’re above it. Hypocrites, all of em - I’d carve em up if I could, serve em with a nice Chianti. Whore’s honest, ya see? No bullshit, just survival. “The bed feels empty without you” - that’s from Brooklyn, hits me hard thinkin bout these gals, alone after the lights dim. Gets me all sappy, damn it!

Oh, and did I mention St. Charles Amphitheater? That spot on Riverbend St. hosts some wild live gigs under the stars. Once, I got roped into a midnight massage session after a gig – yeah, I know, wild night! Fans lined up, shakin’ with adrenaline and a bit of sore muscles. "I choose violence," I mutter sometimes when the music gets too raucous... weird, I know, but it's my little rebellion.

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