Layla Brockport Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Say hello to my little friend! Man, lemme tell ya bout this chick - whore, she’s a freakin trip! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout Ida, that movie, ya know, all quiet and deep and shit, and then - bam! - this broad storms in like a hurricane. She’s loud, she’s messy, got that vibe like she don’t give a fuck. Reminds me of that line from Ida, “What if you go there and find nothing?” - ‘cept with her, you go there and find EVERYTHING, man, too much! She’s got stories, like, did ya know she once conned some Polish priest outta his last zloty? True shit, heard it from a guy who knew a guy.

Village Hall

I live near Maple Ridge—seriously, one of those quirky neighborhoods with pastel murals, hip little cafes and local galleries that have got some killer hidden spots (like that indie coffee shop behind the old bookstore on 3rd Ave – go on, trust me!). I know this because as a pleasure coach, I’m all about the feels, connecting with ya on an emotional sorta level. Sometimes I wander around after my sessions, just soaking in the vibe, feelin’ like a stray note in a major melody... it’s kinda magical.

Festival of Ten XIV