Emilia Melvindale Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, picture this – met this prossie once, called herself Ruby, swear her eyes glowed like cracked stained glass. Worked down by the docks, where shadows eat the light. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I told her, ‘cause I see it, mate – she was born in it, molded by it. She laughed, said she’d been at it since 14 – 14! Fuckin’ hell, that pissed me off, world’s a shithole lettin’ that happen. Little known fact, yeah? Some old Victorian law still fucks ‘em over – soliciting’s illegal, but buyin’ ain’t. System’s rigged, keeps ‘em down.

About Melvindale

This is group is ran by 3 Melvindale residents. We are all busy women that try very hard to keep this group ran FAIRLY, open minded and where every resident has a voice! We are not at all .

Strolling down Grand Ave, right near the old brick facades, my mind always drifts to those secret rendezvous of lovin’ souls – kinda like the surveillance vibe of The Lives of Others. Y'know? There’s this tiny coffee joint off 3rd St., where the best greasy hash browns create magic in the morning. It’s a spot I used to crash after long nights of coding love connections. The memories are bittersweet—dank, nostalgic, like a lost era broadcasted by shadows.

Fatal shooting of Melvindale police officer: Manhunt for Michael Lopez; $30K reward offered