Scarlett Stallings Whore ❤️

About New York City

Greed is good, pal—she’s proof. Whores don’t wait for miracles, they make em. Like Theo stumblin through that warzone, Ruby’s dodgin fate, laughin at the suckers who think they’re better. Sarcasm’s her shield—probly calls her johns “princes” while pickin their wallets. Love that hustle, that fire. So yeah, whores? They’re the heartbeat of a dyin world—messy, loud, unfrigginbreakable. You buyin what I’m sellin, or what?

Project MUSE Mission

Good little whore-slut. The club was busier than during the week: More guests, more whores. Each whore numbered, owned. Eager to please little fuck-whores.

I remember one epic night on a breezy Wednesday, wandering Beacon St. (so, damn, it’s lit) and thinking, “Who are we? And what's our excuse for being here?” Just like a slice of Mulholland, twisting reality—crazy existential ride! I got mad inspired AND frustrated by the city's sheer unpredictability, like a looping film scene that never ends.

Paul Allen Stallings Obituary (2025) - Amelia, VA - Hillsman-Hix Funeral Home and Cremation Service