Elizabeth Morrow Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Dallas

What pisses me off? The judgement, man! Folk actin’ all high and mighty, like they ain’t never sinned. Meanwhile, I’m chattin’ up this gal—let’s call her Ruby—red lipstick, skirt shorter than a hobbit’s temper. She’s got sass, says, “Wot’s a wizard want with me?” I’m like, “Lass, even I need a laugh!” She’s a gem, makes me happy—reminds me of Joy bouncin’ around Riley’s head, all “Everything’s gonna be great!” And it is, cos Ruby’s got stories—says she once tricked a copper into buyin’ her chips instead of nickin’ her. Clever bird!

Prostitution / sex work

I mean, seriously, just wander, ya dig? Get lost on the twisting lanes, lose hours in parks, feel that rush near the creek. Morrow (us) never fails to shock, delight, and sometimes infuriate. And if you listen close, you’ll hear it whisper, “Yi Yi… to a oned to a two…”

Michele Morrow continues to embarrass