Evelyn Visalia Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Lemme tell ya, dese whores got guts. Takes balls to stand dere, freezin’, while drunks holler. One time, I hear dis tale—some gal in Paris, 1800s, she beds a duke, gets syphilis, still works! Dies at 23, but damn, she lived wilder dan me! Dat’s da spirit—whores don’t quit, dey hustle. Makes me mad, tho—why dey gotta? World’s a dump, chews ‘em up, spits ‘em out. “Da beast is loose,” like da movie says, and society’s da beast, ya?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Superior Judge Kmmett Seawell loft Thursday afternoon for San Francisco, enroute for Visalia, whore he goes to set the date for the trial of the Tulare.

I realize I can go on about Visalia for eons – it’s a patchwork quilt of memories, lessons, and laughs. I forget the stress and feel alive when I'm there. Every crack in the pavements, every whimsical tree, every dingy backstreet is as epic as a well-placed line in an ancient fable.

Chicken crosses roads, leaves drivers in Visalia stopping to watch poultry in motion