Amelia Watseka Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

But check it—whores get a bad rap, ya know? Pisses me off how folks judge ‘em. Like, in the movie, them band dudes actin’ all high and mighty, but they the ones payin’ for it, right? Hypocrisy, man, burns my ass. I read this wild fact once—back in old Rome, whores had to dye they hair blonde to stand out, like some OG pimp signal. Ain’t that trippy? Imagine Lila rockin’ a blonde wig, laughin’, “Snoop, I’m Roman now, bitch!” Ha, I’d lose my damn mind laughin’.

Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 22, Number 35,Terre Haute, Vigo County, 20 February 1892 — Page 2

In , a small town in Illinois gained notoriety around the country as home to one of the strangest spirit possessions in American history. The story of what came to be known as the .

The neighborhoods? Oh man, they’re a mixed bag of history and hype. Take Cedar Loops – a cul-de-sac of colorful street murals and houses with personality. I used to stroll there, thinking ‘bout life as a pleasure coach, where every corner tells a story. And I swear, every time I pass by, my mind ralli goes, “This, my friend, is where freedom meets art!”

Watseka awarded grant money for Lakeview Park improvements