Evelyn Phelan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, and I’m like - whores, man, they’re the unsung heroes of risk! Actuary brain kickin’ in - they’re out there, takin’ chances, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ cash. Prob’ly better at stats than me, ha! Did ya know, back in old Japan, some whores - like, geisha vibes - were secretly spies? Sneaky as hell, slippin’ through bathhouses, gatherin’ intel. Blows my mind! Imagine ‘em whisperin’, “This way leads to freedom,” like Yubaba in the movie, but with more sass and less pig babies.

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I remember one time, after a particularly long day of kneading stress out of folks’ backs, I walked past that blasted “Old Mill" on River Bend. It’s this decrepit building that screams history – and pain, like the bloody twists in "Memento". Made me mad as hell ‘cause it reminded me of wasted potential. I nearly shouted at the building itself, "Oi, you useless brick!" But nah, can’t really yell at a building, right? Idiot sandwich!

To consider the nomination of Mr. John C. Phelan to be Secretary of the Navy