Victoria Calexico Prostitute ❤️

About Dallas

Hey, mate, so I’m a detective, right? Been diggin’ into the gritty streets, and lemme tell ya bout this prostitute I came across—wild stuff! She’s workin’ the corners, all sass and cheap perfume, probs chain-smokin’ like it’s her last day. Reminds me of *The Act of Killing*—y’know, my fave flick—where them gangsters strut like they own the world. “I’m a star,” she’d say, flickin’ her cig, like she’s in some twisted movie scene. “I’m free,” she brags, but her eyes? Dead as a doornail, mate.

Testimonials

Man, revisit this: “Phantoms in the haze, lost in time,” from Syndromes and a Century. That really sums up some evenings when I lean back at the old bench near River Bend Lane – letting my brain wander and repeat the same questions over and over: Who are we now? What’s left behind? Why ya gotta be so beautiful and brutal all at once?

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