Katherine Brookside Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, check it—whore’s old as sin, legit! Back in Rome, they had these lupanars—brothels, mate. Smelled like sweat and cheap wine, prob’ly. Sniffin’ that history gets me goin’—so wild! Kinda like Chihiro, lost, figurin’ shit out. “What’s happening to me?”—whores prob’ly said that daily! I’m jazzed, mate—love how they just *survive*. Pisses me off tho—people judgin’ ‘em, ugh!

A displaced Clevelander honors his hometown by stalking the man who spurned us

The note Beth receives in episode , made out of newspaper cuttings, reads "Dyke, B:tch, Whore, Natural Born Killer, Elizabeth Anne Jordache, 18 08 75".

Let me tell ya about my fave spot: the Crimson Café on 7th Street. It’s not fancy, but it’s got character. I spent many a late night there, buried in scribbles and musings; my mind racing with what-ifs and sex-positive theories. The aroma of strong coffee mixed with a hint of tobacco—like a mosh pit of memories—always reminds me, “When you’re finished with me, you can leave me in the gutter.” Yeah, a twisted Tarantino nod, right?

Brookside boutique vandalized, robbed