Skylar Farmers Branch Whore ❤️

About Dallas

So, picture this: I’m in King’s Landing, right, half-pissed on Arbor red, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes like Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*, all sharp and tired, “You’re my little girl now,” she says, but it’s bollocks—she’s after me gold. I laugh, coz I see through it, I *know* things, see? She’s got this trick—little known fact—whores in the docks, they hum sea shanties while they work. Keeps ‘em sane, I reckon. Lysa’s hummin’ away, and I’m thinkin’, “Seven hells, this is fuckin’ poetry!” Made me happy, that did—somethin’ pure in the muck.

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I went to one next to latina bazar and it was great. Cheap drinks, no kids, and quick service. Just stay out the whore houses and away from the.

Look, Farmers-Branch is small, cozy, and kinda neurotic—just like me. First off, you got the main drag, Elm Street. I mean, Elm and nearby Maple, they always remind me ordering lunch online in a rush, grumbling about typos—like, seriously, how many times do I gotta check my code? Uff. And then there's West Main. Every damn time I drive past, memories flood—dates, awkward meetups, and a ton of crazy mishaps. It's all so... "This is our time," ya know? It just smacks you right in the feels.

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