Elise Brock Hall Whore ❤️

About Dallas

What pisses me off? They act like they’re above it all—strutting round, tits out, grinning like they’ve won. But they’re just meat, same as the rest. Made me happy once, though—watched one get her comeuppance. Slipped on some lord’s spilled ale, cracked her head on a table. Crowd laughed, I smirked, felt like justice. Surprised me too—didn’t think I’d care. But there’s somthing bout their hustle, yeah? Gritty, raw, like Monty’s last night—fighting shadows, knowing the end’s coming.

Abandoned date PT 2

Tis Pity She's a Fluxus Whore brings together two wildly different performance traditions. One is that of seventeenth-century Jacobean drama, the other that of.

Oh man, and let’s not skip over Blossom Row. It's a cozy neighborhood with quirky houses and friendly neighbors. I used to walk these streets after my counseling sessions, thinkin', "Dang, life's a weird mix of heartache and beauty." Y'know what? It's kinda like that movie line from my fave flick—“You think when you wake up in the morning yesterday don't count.” Boy, that sticks… kinda like a splinter in your heart.

Robert Brock Hall Obituary (2024) - Washington Court House, OH - Summers Funeral Home