Mia Bessemer Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Aight, listen up, precious! We’s talkin’ ‘bout whores today, yesss, nasty little creatures they is! We hates it! Been thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore, right, slinkin’ around like she owns the streets. Reminds me o’ that flick, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives* – y’know, my fave, that trippy Thai shit from 2010. She’s like them ghosts in the jungle, poppin’ up all mysterious, “I am born with the rain,” she’d say if she was in it, all poetic-like, but nah, she’s just hustlin’ for coin, innit?

The Short Life of the SS Bessemer – 1875.

Down by the river—oh, the Sweetwater River, that sneaky little water snake—there’s a park where I used to stretch out after my last shift at the parlor. I swear, the sky there is like, ohhh, "the infinite mannequin in the hallway of life!"—super contemplative, ya know? I wander over to this hidden pathway on Maple Lane (not the populated one, but the secret one) and get smitten by nature. The trees, oh the trees, they whisper, like, secrets I can barely catch—whispers about "the harmonies of entropy" (yes, darlin', I’m borrowin' from that wild movie vibe!).

Getting answers on flooding issues in Bessemer