Ava Wilton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy alley, right? Smells like piss and broken dreams. And there she is—a whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost. She’s got this look, like she’s seen it all, and she don’t care no more. I’m thinkin’, “This gal’s a survivor!” Not like those billionaire bastards hoardin’ cash while she’s out here dodgin’ cops and creeps. Makes me mad as hell! Why’s she gotta scrape by when they got private jets?

The Haar and the Whore: A Love Story in About Three Parts…

I’ll be honest; I’ve had rage and bliss here. Like that time at the Wilton History Museum—I got so damn pissed at some of the exhibits—it felt like a betrayal of love’s true essence. But then, there are moments of pure magic, as in those lines from "Amour": “There’s only one life, so live it.” Yeah, that hit hard.

Brian Wilton joins McCarter & English