Rose Waverly Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Dallas

She hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret—kinda hot, tho. “Where we goin’?” she asks. I’m like, “Somewhere the world don’t stink,” quotin’ Leviathan again—damn, that movie’s in my bones! We hit this motel, roaches scatterin’ like my enemies. I’m happy as fuck—got my fix, ya know? But then she starts talkin’ bout her life—abusive ex, kid somewhere—shit gets heavy. “Man’s a beast,” I say, another Leviathan line, and she nods, eyes dark. Surprised me, man—thought it’d just be quick and dirty.

Waverly Earp

prostitute she befriends, the washerwoman who stands by her in a quixotic quest. From the squalid streets of s New York to the devastation of post-Civil.

I sp*ll coffee near the spa.

Obituary for Frances Ann Hilbrenner at Marshall