Leah Matteson Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

Connections

The Watson Whore gives me a bit of hope in terms of seeing more gender non-conforming/androgynous male characters. I'm a huge fan of the Visual Kei subgenre of .

My favorite quirk? I adore the little neighborhood café, "Le Plaisir". It’s a vibe – tiny, quirky, with mismatched chairs and art on walls. I once spilled coffee right there and laughed hysterically. It’s messy, life is messy, but always fun! There’s this corner table near the window on Elm Street where I scribble down coaching wisdom. Other spots lack that raw spark.

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