The Gonzo Wolf

Dude.

Dude.

Dude.

It’s one of those rare days when I grab fast food on the go. There’s a winter storm headed to Dallas, and those are nothing to play with here.

As I was eating in my truck, I noticed one of the chicks from the kitchen throw on an oversized hoodie and escorted a dude to a van on an adjacent property. Five minutes later, she repeated the process with a different guy.

They’re slinging tail out of one of my neighborhood eateries!

I mean, I wish my landscapers finished that quickly, but wish in one hand, Buttery Jack in another.

Sex work is real work, and our country’s immigration stance is forcing their hand. Pun intended.