Emily Kennett Square Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Ooh, nearly forgot – me fave whore tale! Mate o’ mine – well, not really, just some git – swore this whore he met had a tattoo, right on ‘er arse, sayin’ “Exit Only.” Pissed meself laughin’ – crude, yeah, but bloody brilliant! “Man’s ego is ruined,” like Zodiac’s cop said – fits perfect, don’t it? Whores got sass, mate, cuts ye deep.

Family Time Line

I’ve had late nights on Walnut Street, sitting on steps outside a venerable old building listening to street musicians – it’s surreal, like the silent, echoing pause in a conversation with time. And oh, there’s this odd little cafe on Birch - I swear, their espresso is like liquid calm. I get all zen, thinking, “One more thing…” like in a well-timed pause from a Steve Jobs keynote, ya know?

The Stone Barn Burns Down in Tragic Fire in Kennett Square