Katherine Mckeesport Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Monks once blessed it, fancy that, right?

‘There was no need for the officer to participate in the sexual activity’

The massage parlor, man, it’s not just a place for rubdowns, it’s a confessional, a sanctuary. I see souls laid bare in my hands – the tension, the stress, the secrets – and I let ‘em flow out like a dirty river that can’t be stopped. Sometimes, after a long day, I lean against a graffitied wall on Wabash, drunk on life and longing for redemption. “Motherf**er, life’s a bitch!” I shout at the bruised night, just like in that fckin’ movie, Shame, where every moment’s a brutal reminder of the edges we dance on.

‘Gen Z Willy Wonka’ goes from McKeesport to the Oscars