Zara Daphne Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Now, lean in—I’m spillin’ somethin’ personal. Watched this whore once, downtown, years back. Rain pourin’, she’s laughin’—soaked, smokin’ a cig. Tough as nails. Reminded me of Tilda Swinton’s Eve—elegant, but feral. “You’re a survivor, doll,” I thought. Made me grin—still does. But the cops? Man, they swooped in—ruined it. Hated that. Hated it bad.

More Than a Whore

"I know what you're thinking whore. You won't beat me that easily. I've got a head start and a home field advantage. You've got a LONG ways to.

I also love sneakin’ off to some secret spots. The old abandoned train station off Central Ave? Totally eerie but wild. I swear I heard ghostly giggles once (boo!). And then there’s a tiny garden on Elm where you can hear birds chirp like a live indie band – super chill, super underrated.

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