Freya Manor Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Still, it’s heavy, man. Whore’s got soul, but the world’s a drag. “Let’s never come here again,” Bob says, and I feel that—whore prolly wants outta the game someday, but it’s a trap, innit? Makes me wanna hug ‘em, say, “You’re ace, love!” Dunno, maybe I’m a soft git, but that’s me—shagadelic heart!

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Down Maple St. by the old brick awning, there’s a nifty little clinic. I work on backs there—so many knots, so many crazy stories. Street names like Oakside Ave. and Riverbend Ln. frack my brain. The river, the Jell-O river (just silly nickname), slides past Central Park. My fav spot? That park where the trees scream secrets.

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