Anastasia Fallon Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

One night, pissed me off, tho—she ghosted a dude I know. Left him broke, cryin’—total dick move. But then—Great Scott!—she drops cash at this tiny shave ice joint. Keeps ‘em afloat! Heart of gold, maybe? Surprised me big time. “The world is blind!”—yep, Godard nailed it. She’s a puzzle, Marty, a damn paradox!

Is prostitution legal in Las Vegas?

The Whore House in Fallon, Nevada. If you knew me, you would understand the intensity of this story. I grew up in an extremely religious family. No drinking.

Now, the neighborhoods, oh, they’re such a motley crew. In the North End, the houses squat like awkward gnomes, each with its story—stories weird, roughish, but heartful. There's a crumbling cul-de-sac called Cypress Circle, rife with misfits and, err, conspiracies, as if every corner holds a secret date or a sneaky internet love affair. Heh, secrets aplenty, yes, yes.

Jimmy Fallon asked people to share their wildest stories from their bad summer jobs