Elise Rathdrum Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, picture this—dim lights, oil slicker’n a pirate’s promise. Hands dancin’ like them gals in Lynch’s flick—mysterious, yeah? “What’s it mean?” I mutter, like Naomi Watts whisperin’ secrets. Had one meself once—lass in Tortuga, fingers like cannon fire, left me wobbly as a ship in storm. Happy? Bloody ecstatic, mate! Surprised too—didn’t know me toes could tingle like that.

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A good chunk of you guys have seen me post whore my truck around here, and I really love www.facebook.com I just can't get past this legroom thing.

The streets… oh, the streets! Like Broadview Road – super chill, but also kinda edgy. Sometimes, when I’m on my way to the local café on Cedar Circle, I recollect my sexologist days – so many secrets whispered in those lamp-lit evenings. I even once had a chat about love between two buggers (oops, I mean, folks!) by the twisty corners of Redwood Avenue!

Several structures, wildland burned in Rathdrum fire