Sarah Litchfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, this one time, I met this chick—total pro, worked the streets like she owned ‘em. Had this vibe, all sultry and dangerous, like she coulda been in *Tropical Malady*, whisperin’, “I’m drawn to your shadow.” Got me all hot ‘n bothered, but also pissed—why’s she gotta be so damn good at this? Made me wanna rule the world just to impress her, ha! Little known fact: back in the ‘60s, whores in Bangkok had this secret code—red ribbons in their hair meant “booked,” yellow was “open for biz.” Ain’t that some sneaky shit? Blows my mind, man.

Exploring time and place.

We know the pub dates back to at least 16th century Lichfield thanks to The Bawdy Courts of Lichfield blog, a fantastic Staffordshire Archives.

I defnitely enjoy my secret hideouts too. One of my fav spots? A tucked-away trail near Elk’s Crossing Park. I wander off the beaten path there, lose myself in the chirping crickets, and it sorta feels like floating in a dream world, like in "Spirited Away": “I feel that I'm already in another world.” Funny enough, sometimes I get lost in thought—misbahvior of my Zen self—and end up rambling on about fate and destiny.

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