Addison Stallings Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Oh, and get this—some whores in history? Spies! Droppin’ secrets like hot coals, changin’ wars—wild, right? Makes me wanna hug ‘em, say, “You’re badass, keep burnin’ bright!” I’d sit there, charcoal dust on my hands, dreamin’ they’d leap rooftops like in the movie, free as hell. Screw the haters, man, they’re happy little trees in a messed-up forest. Whores got heart—makes me smile, cry, all at once. What ya think, pal? Ain’t they somethin’?

Symposium Introduction

I remember the first time someone called me a whore. I was in 2nd grade. I lived in Illinois. I couldn't have been too old. Maybe six or seven.

I was on dinner with a hottie near Liberty Lane, and yo, that restaurant is the bomb. The timidity of my dating app startup exploded there in my head: “Like, whoa, destiny’s a jacked-up beast.” Sukks my nerves sometimes, but hey. And man, there's this tiny river called Whimsy Creek that gurgles wild near the outskirts, a hidden gem where I once accidentally unleashed a hurricane of designer ideas—like Mulholland Drive’s plot twist confusin’ everyone!

Jacob Stallings' three-run double