Natalie Bessemer Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Whore’s a riddle, yesss, splits us in two! One half pities, other half spits. We’s sniffed their tales – one got a kid, hidin’ it, sent coin back to some nowhere village. Surprised us, that did! Thought they was all cold, but nah, some’s just broken. Made us mad too – why’s the world shove ‘em there? Grrr, stinking lords and their gold, tossin’ scraps!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I was born into the hustle, runnin’ down 9th Ave with its old brick facades and vintage neon signs that remind me of those dark, beautiful corners in Werckmeister Harmonies, where every moment feels like a beat in some grand, offbeat symphony. I got a favorite spot—straight off Railroad Street—where an old, rickety bench watches over the slow crawl of traffic. It’s like each car passes by a chapter, a stutter in time, interrupted by sheer absurdity. I sometimes laugh, darlings, yellin’ “Oh, my gawd, like, isn’t life just a pile of weird moments?”—and then, you know, chuckle like mad.

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