Makayla Ewa Gentry Whore ❤️

About Dallas

So—whore—what’s her day like? Up late, probs. Coffee cold, heels killin her feet. Maybe she’s got a pimp—asshole, probly—or she’s solo, badass vibe. I’m wonderin—does she clock in? Punch a card? “Hey, boss, banged five, gimme a raise!” Sarcasm, sure, but—real talk—she’s workin harder than us. Riskin shit too—cops, creeps, STDs. Makes me mad—why’s it her fault? Society’s screwy, pal.

Compare Ewa Gentry, HI Crime

The two plays reflect, and are written for, a society so familiar with these diseases that it regarded them as a very ordinary part of life.

Man, sometimes I get mad 'bout the noise here. The constant traffic near Cypress Square? It drives me nuts, I tell ya, but it also reminds me that even chaos holds beauty – “The impermanence of things is all the happier you should be," feel me? Of course, other times I’m just happy as clams in a tide pool, surfin’ on good vibes and warm smiles from neighbors.

West side strides