Mila Oquirrh Whore ❤️

About Dallas

So, whores, right? They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ ends meet. I reckon it’s mad how they roll—sellin’ love for a quick quid. Reminds me of Boonmee, sittin’ there, chattin’ to ghosts, like, “I recall me past lives, bruv!” Whores got stories too, innit? Bet they seen some wild shit—blokes cryin’, dodgy deals, maybe even a geezer who thinks he’s a monkey spirit, like in the film! “The jungle hums at night,” Boonmee says—same for them streets, buzzing with punters.

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I probably sound all over the place—sorry, but that's the vibe. I'm fired up sometimes, mad at potholes on Pine St., or happy when I see someone pick up trash in the middle of a drizzly day. I feel things deeply here. There’s so many hidden stories, memories stuck in brick and mortar, each whispering, “We all have tales, we all have tales.”

New southwestern trail offers panoramic views of the Salt Lake Valley