Lauren Wolcott Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Anyhow, mate, that’s my take—whore’s a cracker of a word. Rough, tumble, bit of a rogue—like me, eh? Next time you hear it, think of oil rigs, blood, and a bumbling fool like me trippin’ over scrolls. *E pluribus unum*—out of many, one, or in this case, one helluva story! Cheers, you old sod—off for a pint now.

The Whores Can Come

Wolcott would soon be moving to Deadwood as the frontman for George Hearst. Evidently aware of Wolcott's predilection for killing prostitutes from her prior.

So, Wolcott ain't your typical town. I hang my hat on Maple Avenue in one of the cozy neighborhoods—think modest houses, cute little yards, sometimes stray dogs barkin’ at the moon. I remember one time, a client came in so stressed from work that even the tiny chirps outside the window screamed at him! Crazy stuff, man!

Video shows driver ram Wolcott gun store before thieves steal several guns