Isabelle Edgerton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

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Edgerton got houses with cool murals, like that one on Maple St. (I always pause, thinkin, "This city's a movie scene!") And some locals, quirky souls they be, givin advice in riddles, like “Work hard, relax harder.” Yeah, many weird little easter eggs hidden in plain sight, bruv.

Cynthia E. "Cindy" Edgerton