Penelope Goldenrod Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

What gets me happy? Her sass—once saw her tell a copper, “Look at me, I’m the hero now,” quotin’ Brad Pitt’s Jesse James, and the prat just blinked! Pure gold. But it’s sad, too—she’s got no one, just like me after a mission goes tits-up. “Ain’t no peace in this life,” she’d sigh, and I’d nod, thinkin’ of my own ghosts. Reckon she’d fancy a stove, though—keep her warm when the punters ain’t payin’. Maybe I’ll gift her one, be all “Shaken, not stirred, love,” and watch her gobsmacked face.

Identifying Goldenrod

I often take mid-day walks down Blackthorn Alley, a hidden gem where locals relax, laughing at life's absurdities. True, some days my head spins with cha-cha thoughts, and I be like “damn this world is intense!” but then, a soft touch of a client’s smile reminds me why I do it. Trust me, that vibe is gospel.

Enjoy goldenrod and don’t fear sneezing