Sadie Bethalto Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

WELCOME TO BETHALTO

Hello Bethalto! My name is Samuel Buckley, and I'm your year-old neighbor who's proud to provide top-notch outdoor services to my neighbors. From mowing your lawn, power washing .

I dig the street markets on Friday. Bright fruits, odd trinkets, and locals chattin in beep-beep accent. It’s messy, true, but that’s life, man! Yup, err, gotta mention how mad it got when the council planned to cut old Grove Rd. for a mall. We were all like, “hey, that's not art, bruh!”

Bethalto Police have new contract