Lucy Deming Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Dallas

She’s out there, fishnets rippin’, heels clackin’ loud. Makes me twitchy, it does—*hiss*! Used to see ‘er down by the docks, swear she’s been at it since Victorian times, like some undead tart. Fun fact, yeah? Back in the day, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—soft name for a hard life, precious. Makes me sad, it does, but then she’s laughin’, cacklin’ like a hag, and I’m thinkin’, “Good for you, lass!” Happy for ‘er, I am—*sneaky grin*—she’s dodgin’ the coppers like a pro.

Ancient Near East

I’m not gonna lie – sometimes it sux. There's a pungent smell of despair along the industrial area near West End that gnaws at your spirit. But then, how can one not cherish this ups and downs? Life’s bittersweet, like a punchy jazz riff on a rainy night. And darn, I’ve had 11 times when I nearly cursed out loud (yep, 11 times! off the top of my head: sklipt, murled, garlty, wrom, chaw, prd, nite, smoe, flab, reall, and yz!) – my fingers, my eyes, all betraying the raw truth of existence here.

Deming man in custody after standoff with state police