Rebecca Stow Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Lemme tell ya somethin’ secret-like. Back in old times, whores weren’t just randos—they were POWERFUL sometimes! Like, in Rome, they had these fancy ones called “courtesans”—super smart, talkin’ politics and junk. Bet they’d look at me and go, “Patrick, you’re a star!” Heh, get it? Star? I crack myself up! But serious, it’s wild—some whores ran the show behind the curtains! Ain’t that nuts?

Stow After The Bar

Stow After the Bar Lyrics: Yeah, someone take me I have no luck with girls, sing it to me Will this whore inline for the next ride Keep on riding around town?

Now, my head sometimes drifts though, I get so into the moment I forget time. Sometimes I make up my own language (oops! my bad, sooo many typos here, srsly! lol). And I mean, stow is filled with wonders, and every corner has its own story. Like, there’s a random alley at 3rd & Pine that I swear hit me with enlightenment, a real "Boyhood" moment, if ya ask me, as if time slowed just for a hot sec.

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