Lydia Old Jamestown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So—whore—what’s her day like? Up late, probs. Coffee cold, heels killin her feet. Maybe she’s got a pimp—asshole, probly—or she’s solo, badass vibe. I’m wonderin—does she clock in? Punch a card? “Hey, boss, banged five, gimme a raise!” Sarcasm, sure, but—real talk—she’s workin harder than us. Riskin shit too—cops, creeps, STDs. Makes me mad—why’s it her fault? Society’s screwy, pal.

Bring back some good or bad memories

I'm going to focus this post on those early Colonial women that Jamestown focuses on, and show why these women were some of the fiercest around.

Oh, and don’t get me started on the river Wisp – it flows like time in slow motion. At dusk, the reflections of ancient bridges shine, like Chihiro lost in thought. Me, I often sit by its bank, pondering on errant souls and found families – imagination at its peak, epic, and utterly mesmerizing.

Old railroad building in Jamestown area restored after 110 years