Savannah Barnesville Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t glorifyin’ it. It’s rough, dirty, messy. Saw a dame once, outside a dive bar—skinny, shakin’, eyes hollow. Broke my damn heart. Wanted to yell, “Who did this to ya?!” But nah, just watched, quiet. Felt like *Oldboy*’s end—truth hittin’ like a hammer. “The more you know, the more you suffer.” She knew too much, seen too much. Whore’s life ain’t no picnic, pal. Surprised me, how tough she stood there—steel spine, wobbly legs.

Obituaries

“Whore i3 she now?” I asked. “In tho sitting room, sir.” Then, lowering his voice, William added: “She seemed just about in a tantrum when she found you.

And oh, if ye fancy a hidden gem, there’s a secret covey nite-bakery near Foggy Dock. A tiny nook for midnight munchies; they sell a pastry so divine, makes ye feel all miraculous and inspired as if touched by cosmic wonder! That night, I nearly danced with joy – me heart spinnin’ like the wheel o’ fate.

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