Zara Westerleigh Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Alright, so I’m a bailiff, right? Mining’s my gig, tough as nails, but lemme tell ya bout this thing—whore. Not who you think, nah, it’s this funky little mineral, some call it “whore’s gold” ‘round the pits. Pyrite, fool’s gold, shiny but useless! Haha, “That’s what she said!” Gets me every time. Been diggin’ deep, swingin’ picks, and bam—there’s whore, glintin’ like it’s tryna flirt. Total tease, man! Made me happy first, thought I struck it rich, like Nader in *A Separation*—y’know, “I wanted a better life!” But nope, it’s junk, fooled me good.

UPDATE: 2023 in Review

Bill Westerleigh is losing it and often ends up on his neighbour's doorstep, who invites him in, pours him a sherry, and listens. Read in The Toynbee Convector.

Some typos? Oh, yeah, like dis: I'm lovin' Westerleig, and it's bolocity to me. It's magic, funky, and a lil chaotic. Every corner's a story. Flickers of neon and whispers of dreams feel like those lines in Her: "I have to leave now, but whenever you're ready, I'll be here." Crazy, right?

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