Layla Macon Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Once, this twat on the dock goes, “Whiting’s lush, mate!” Lush? LUSH?! Idiot sandwich! I nearly chucked it at his head – “You’re a disgrace to tastebuds, you muppet!” Tastes like soggy cardboard, swear down. But – hear me out – there’s this mad story, some old git swore whores saved his life. Starvin’ in ‘63, caught a shoal, lived off ‘em. Reckon he’s lyin’, but it’s stuck in me head, y’know? “Truth is a bitter pill,” like in *Leviathan*. Bitter as that fish, mate.

We’re Sorry!

I gotta share one crazy day – there was this moment on Cherry Street, near the old city market, when a family (I saw it from my office window, sort of like a live episode of human drama) was dealing with some heavy issues. Their conversation, full of laughter and tears, reminded me that we’re all just trying to make it through. And it made me smile, not 'cause it was all happy but because it was real. Like, every moment was raw, and that’s beautiful.

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