Freya Eldorado At Santa Fe Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Favorite bit? Humor’s dark with whores—some’d call em “ladies of negotiable affection.” Cracks me up, that fancy bullshit. Sarcasm’s my thing—whores prolly laugh at us, sittin in our cushy lives, judgin. They’ve seen it all, mate—grime, guts, glory. Ever think bout that? Prolly not. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark”—I see em clear, thrivin where ya’d piss yerself.

Eldorado at Santa Fe

Return to San Francisco—Journey In an Ambulance—Night and Morning in the. Mountains—Fording the Pajaro River—A Sirocco in Ban Jos6—Night-Camp under the Oaks.

So, that’s my slice of Eldorado. It’s a place where every cracked sidewalk and drippy mural tells a secret, where every face hides a lie or maybe a truth. Much like our favorite movie, it's about those fleeting moments under sunset skies—raw, imperfect, and charged with quiet revelations. So, come on over, friend. Wander those raucous streets and embrace the chaos. And remember, “It’s like we’re all waiting for the next walk, the next moment.”

Op-Ed: Save Our Beautiful Dark Skies From The Threat Of Light Pollution