Emma Mound Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Oi, thou saucy mate! Here’s me ramblin’ ‘bout whores, them wild spirits o’ the night. I’m proper buzzin’ to spill this, ‘cos it’s a tale twisty as a hag’s tongue. Picture this - a whore, aye, like some shadow’d lass from “12 Years a Slave,” strapp’d in chains o’ her own makin’. “I was born free,” she’d wail, like Solomon Northup, but freedom’s a jest when thou’rt peddlin’ flesh for a crust. ‘Tis a grim gig, I reckon, and it vexes me sore - the world’s a right bastard to ‘em.

‘cunt mound’ stories

I swear, every corner of Mound holds secrets. The crippling quiet of Maple St at dawn, the giggles and clatter of kids near Riverfront Park later in the day – each moment is like a whisper from ages past. Idk, man, i keep messing up my words sometimes – like, “I..I loovve it here, sooo so much.” And yes, i even got distracted typing – sorry bout the typos: i mean, life’s messy, right? Smple, spic, and full of flaws – just like me.

Rockies Pitcher Out With Altitude Sickness After Ascending Mound Too Quickly