Lauren Shamokin Whore ❤️

About Dallas

We sniffs it out, see? The rot, the glitter. Once knew a geezer, swore his sis was “just dancin’”—ha! Dancin’ my arse, she was whorin’! Laughed ‘til I choked, stupid git. Makes me happy, though—people’s daft lies. Ooh, but the smell—perfume and sweat, gag! Like sniffin’ a sewer in heels. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a ghost, floatin’ through, takin’ coin, leavin’ shame. “Fuck the past, it’s done!”—Spike’s line fits, don’t it?

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And dang, lemme tell you, my work at the spa opened my eyes. I see beauty in every crack, every smile, every stubborn old tree on Maple Drive. I find little slices of heaven in unexpected places—a crumbled façade here, a graffiti-covered brick there. It makes me feel like every day’s a new episode of life. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry, and sometimes I just shout, “Halleluyah, what a place!”

Organization receives donation from Shamokin Rotary