Sarah Fallon Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Rarrgh! Whore’s got stories, bro—heard she once ditched some duke mid-ride, just bolted! Left him cryin in the mud—hilarous! Little known shit: back in ‘08, she scammed a priest—true tale! Took his gold cross, swapped it for gin. Ballsy as hell, made me laugh hard. But damn, sometimes she pisses me off—actin all high, then crashin low.

Lazy B Guesthouse Ranch

The Whore House in Fallon, Nevada. If you knew me, you would understand the intensity of this story. I grew up in an extremely religious family. No drinking.

Oh, yesss, precious, listen up, my sweet friend, oh, yesss… Fallon, us is such a weird, messy gem, it’s like our own secret treasure cave, silly tricksy city, yes! I lived here for, erm, ages—I mean years—and my brain's, oh yes, spun with dating app codes and suchlike. Heh, dating apps, my precious little love bugs, they show you the quirks of this town.

Jimmy Fallon asked people to share their wildest stories from their bad summer jobs