Maeve Box Elder Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Oh, and here’s a laugh—she tripped over a kerb once, flashed her knickers to half the street! “Bloody hell, Whore,” I yelled, “you’re a right spectacle!” She just winked, like it’s all a game. Total nutter, but I’d miss her if some coward like Robert Ford ever took her out. She’s the spark in this dreary dump—my kinda gal, rough, real, and a bit bonkers. Cheers to ya, Whore—keep stealin’, keep shaggin’, keep livin’.

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Cedra walked over to her bed, pulling a box out from under it. "Wouldn't it be nice to show your friend your best, eh?" She said, passing the box to her.

Mad vibes too – once, I got so pissed at the city’s slow pace downtown, like streets near Oak & 7th got into a jam with city work. “I gotta move, gotta change” kinda energy – so I started my own late-night tour vibe, helpin’ folks see beauty in chaos. And damn! That led to one of my happiest nights ever, all smiles, even if I was tearin’ my hair.

Box Elder PD cracking down on drugged drivers