Delilah Singleton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Perth

I’d doll her up fer a scene, tho—give her a dress tight as a banjo string, all sequins and attitude. She’d strut in, hollerin’, “I’m here, y’all, deal with it!” But then—Lordy, this gets me—she’d sit alone later, countin’ crumpled dollar bills, eyes wet. Surprised me how soft she could be under all that noise. Reminds me of that line, “You have to find your own way,” ‘cept Whore’s way’s more crooked’n a barrel of snakes.

Africa, Middle East, and India

I sometimes visit that cracked old mural near Riverwood Park. It’s got wild scribbles telling a thousand tales. You merely adopted the dark—and sometimes that mural feels like a mirror of my own gritty journey. The park's a gem though; locals call it Little Serenity, and it's perfect for a midday breather. Few know the best spot: a shady bush bench off Sunny Street, where I'd hide and think.

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