Lily Munster Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, Whore—met her back in ‘19, smokey bar, she’s hustlin’ pool, cig hangin’ loose. She’s got this vibe, like she’s seen it all, and damn, she probly has. “I’m not young anymore,” she’d say, straight outta *Amour*, voice raspy as hell. Made me laugh, ‘cause she’s what, 35? But she’s lived ten lives, swear it. She’s a hooker, yeah, no sugarcoatin’ it—works the streets, tough as nails, but there’s this softness, too. Like when she told me ‘bout her kid, little girl she gave up. “I couldn’t keep her safe,” she said, eyes all glassy. Broke my damn heart.

Test Rugby

A once normal whore, or prostitute, who has been converted into some sort of monster either via a zombie attack, vampire embracing, or some other sort of incident that would result in the .

Anyway, trust me friend, Munster (us) is more than any map can hold. It’s a jumbled, ever-changing mosaic of moments that scream, “Life is a Tropical Malady, baby!”—like the movie says, “Hidden within every storm is the promise of calm.”

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