Rose Hollymead Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a stove-maker now, yeah? Craftin’ bloody hot stuff, but lemme tell ya ‘bout this bird—Whore. Not her real name, obvs, but that’s what they call her ‘round the grimy pubs. She’s a legend, a proper mystery, like somethin’ outta my fave flick, *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. “Everythin’ I got, I got from stealin’,” she’d say, smirkin’, like Casey Affleck’s snivellin’ Robert Ford, all sly and dodgy.

Darling of the Left destroyed by vanity and an eye for the ladies

After he wed Gail he sometimes referred to having lived the life, while unmarried, of a “male whore”. Holly Mead. The Leddie hotel.

Now, rollin’ to Riverside Park. It lies on the banks of the Big Lurk River. I got mad angry once – massage joint broke! I had clients whining. “Respect my authoritah!” echoing in my head. Park's cool though, despite that mishap. I stroll there; nature gives me zen n' quiet, perfect for a burnout after long days.

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