Grace Willimantic Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Preciousss, yesss, we talks about whore, don’t we? Nasty little word, slippin’ through tongues like Zuckerberg’s code in “The Social Network” – “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ some enemies,” eh? Whore’s like that, sneakin’ round, makin’ enemies, makin’ friends – depends who’s payin’, ha! Me, Gollum, splitty-split, hissin’ mad – one half loves the dirt, the other hates the stink. Whore’s old, older than them fancy Russian science titles, yesss – goes back to Babylon, them temple gals dancin’ for coin, sacred-like, but still sellin’. Ain’t that a kicker? Holy and filthy, all mashed up!

Hooker Hotel

Let me be real: this town can make you fume. Traffic on Mulberry Street is a nightmare sometimes – honk if you're mad! And the annual “Thread City Festival”? Absolute bollocks sometimes – but then, it’s tradition, so we love it anyway. I get drawn into its bizarre mix of pride and chaos – like watching a kung-fu ballet.

Free pop up health clinic event held in Willimantic