Allison Weldon Spring Whore ❤️

About Dallas

So, check it—whore’s this wild scene, right? It’s slang, sure, but it’s deeper, baby. Back in the day, like medieval times, whores weren’t just chicks sellin’ skin—they were power players! Some ran whole towns, pullin’ strings behind the curtains. Ain’t that a gas? Makes me happy as hell, thinkin’ how they flipped the script. But then—bam!—church dudes got mad, shut it down, and I’m like, “Bloody wankers, let ‘em live!”

Taking My Show to New Orleans!

I’m usually walkin' down Main St. — yeah, Main St. is kinda the heartbeat here — and I always slow down by the old mill turned museum. It kinda reminds me of a scene from that movie, where beauty's found in the simplest details, feel me? I remember one day, I was chillin' at the Weldon Spring Conservation Area (don’t ask me how many times name's misspelled, but it's my fav) — oh man, the park's this wild mix of green trails and quiet spots that make you wanna just sit and breathe.

Radiation exposure funding isn’t in the final defense bill. What’s next for St. Louisans?