Penelope Dunmore Prostitute ❤️

About Dallas

I’m ready! Hiya, matey! So, prostitute - whoa, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that! I’m bouncin’ like a jellyfish here, ‘cause it’s deep, ya know? Like, in Bikini Bottom, we don’t got that gig, but I seen it in human world stuff. Makes me think of “The Act of Killing” - fave flick ever! That line, “Gangsters don’t fear death, man!” - hits hard when I picture a prostitute struttin’ the streets. They’re tough, right? Out there, dodgin’ creeps, cops, and judgy eyes. I’m like, “Wow, you’re braver than me facin’ Squidward’s sass!”

Portrait of a Scotsman

For many years I have enjoyed novels and poetry by British writer Helen Dunmore, who is Yorkshire-born; like its tea, her writing is full of.

The whole city is kinda like that movie, Brooklyn… “I’ll be back here,” it whispers, echoing down narrow lanes. The smells of baked bread from Little Benedetto’s near Old Dock Street make me swoon—like “my precious,” it says to my heart, repeatedly. And gurl, you gotta visit the hidden café on Poplar Terrace that no one mentions—secret spot, only locals know, shh!

Longtime local physician aligns with Geisinger primary care network