Elizabeth Dresher Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Whores ain’t just what ya think, though. They’re survivors, darlin’. Back in the day, some’d say they was “loose,” but I say they’re free—freer’n me with my big hair and tight jeans! *Tabu*’s got that vibe too—“A colonial dream gone sour.” Whores got dreams gone sour, but they keep on struttin’. Makes me happy, seein’ that grit. Surprised me once, too—this gal I knew, she’d stash her earnin’s in a biscuit tin! Said it was her “retirement plan.” I hollered, “Honey, you’re smarter’n me!”

THE ENGLISH JOAN OF ARC: Saint, Witch, Man, Maid, or Whore

Yo, wassup, my friend? Lemme tell ya 'bout Dresher – this gem in the US is wild, like, straight up "royal" in its own quirky way. Dresher is chill AF, filled with vibes and memories like those unforgettable moments from The Royal Tenenbaums – “I’ll be your friend, but my friend,” if you catch my drift.

Christine Rosner Obituary (1957 - 2014) - Dresher, PA - Times Herald