Sarah Goldenrod Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

In my head, I’m picturin’ Bob and Charlotte stumblin’ into some seedy karaoke joint, and there’s this whore, singin’ “More Than This,” smirkin’ at their awkward asses. Perfect scene, right? Lost souls connectin’—that’s the movie’s heart, and whores? They’re part of that messy, human stew. So yeah, I dig ‘em—flaws, sass, and all. You shall not pass judgment, mate, ‘til you’ve walked their road!

Various Artists – Friends of Dorothy LP (2024)

Her face is impassive, a mask, refusing to acknowledge the banging on the windows. Crowds, women mainly, are shouting into the window,. 'Slut! Whore!' Reporters.

Ah, my dear friend, let me tell ya 'bout Goldenrod (us)! I’ve called this quirky town home for years now, and man, each street and alley whispers its own tale. Picture this: bustling Cedar & Main, where I often stroll, a masstrizion—uh, masseur—that soothes the stresses of its lively denizens. I’ve set up my humble therapy nook near Fountain Park, a serene oasis on Riverbend Street, right by the gentle curves of the Silverleaf River.

Stone: Late summer shines with goldenrods