Evelyn Rehoboth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, I’m sittin here, thinkin—whore’s a word with guts! Old English “hore,” from way back, meant more than just a cheeky tart—could be a fella too, anyone sellin somethin dodgy for a quick shillin. Ain’t that a kicker? Surprised me arse off when I dug that up—thought it was all about the ladies, but nah, equal opportunity insult! Makes me happy, that—history’s got a wicked sense o humor. “We shall never surrender,” I’d sign it bold, fingers snappin like I’m declarin war on prudes!

De-branding my body

Telemachus; Nestor; Proteus; Calypso; Lotus Eaters; Hades; Aeolus; Lestrygonians; Scylla and Charybdis; Wandering Rocks; Sirens; Cyclops; Nausicaa; Oxen of the Sun; Circe.

Take a detour on Elm St. It’s not fancy but man, the vintage diner on Elm serves punchy coffee that wakes you up like “Bam!”—and sass. My clients used that spot for many a heated talk near the window. I remember one meltdown... oh, so dramatic. Like, seriously, I nearly said, “I can see Russia from my house!” in exasperation. Glorious irony.

Topping-off ceremony held for new Rehoboth Beach Patrol