Nadia Wixom Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Me? I dig that chaos. Reminds me of Lynch’s flick—y’know, “Silencio,” that eerie club where shit gets real weird? Whores got that energy. They’re the shadow in the alley, the wink that says, “I know somethin you don’t.” Once knew this gal, right, swore she bedded a duke in ’53—said he left her a ruby ring, but she pawned it for gin. True? Who cares! She sold the story like gospel, and I lapped it up, laughin my arse off.

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If you're in the D, go there. If not, don't bother. If you're looking for a good restaurant, visit Zingerman's in Ann Arbor (whore).

The downtown area near the Wixom Community Park is my absolute fav. I've spent hours there, talking to women who come for a walk, or just to sit and think. Sometimes, the park benches hold more secrets than any confession booth I’ve ever seen. And man, speaking of tales, Southwest Parkway – oops, sorry, mixin' things up! – nah, it's the little cafes on Dixie Highway where you'll find stories in every corner. They’ve got small murals that flash mystery and life struggle like in the film – "We all have our reasons."

Sheetz racks up wins and losses as it pursues Michigan expansion plans