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About Dallas

I like her, she tough, she real. Not like fake boob lady in club, no no. She tell me bout client, old man, he cry after, say she look like dead wife. Wery spooky! She pat his head, wery gentle, I see this, I shock. Whore not just body, she got soul, yes? “Tell me what to do,” she ask me once, like Nader ask judge. I no know, I just hug her, wery tight.

Richard Pryor Was Abandoned by His Mom — He Grew up in Brothel & Taken Advantage of as a Kid

I reside in Pryor and whore is terrific! I long to run my fingers through your hair. I have a soft spot for both Dirtytalk and Kissing if good.

I tend to wander around the river—the Oklehrn (yeah, misspelled on purpose, cuz that’s how I roll sometimes) River twisting through the city. I’ve had some of my best sex-ed epiphanies by its banks. The water’s a bit murky, but it’s like life's messy truth, ya dig? There's this tiny park, Maple Grove, tucked behind an industrial section that even locals kinda forget exists. It’s my secret spot to vent. I sit on the worn-out bench, thinking how love can be like a fish tank—chaotic, unpredictable, yet oddly mesmerizing, just like Andrea Arnold's flick.

Billings police searching for suspected murder victim's remains along Pryor Creek