Anna Sandown Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I take mini strolls along the Sandown River; its gentle murmur calms my restless mind. Relaxation ain't just my job, it's my daily ritual. Even when some days are cray-cray, nature gets me. It's like the movie said, “Life's a journey, not a destination.” Hey, look, I might be trippin’ on repetition, but that's real talk.

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