Emily Upper Saddle River Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Favorite bit? When she’d wink at me—yeah, me, a god!—and saunter off, hips swayin’ like she owned the world. Pure *City of God* vibes—lawless, loud, alive. “If you’re not in charge, you’re nothin’,” she’d say, and I’d nod, cos damn straight! Whores like her? They’re the real tricksters—outsmartin’ fate daily. Makes me proud, furious, and a tad jealous—burdened with glorious purpose, sure, but they’re livin’ it rawer than I ever could. Chaos queens, the lot of ‘em!

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Oh, and the parks! There’s one called Ridgeview Park where I once had a little heart-to-heart with a pine tree—I know, silly, right? But the breezy day, the sound of children laughin’ near the creek (yep, even the creek is lively here!), and, well, the sheer exasperation when the squirrels made off with my picnic snacks—gave me a wild mix of happiness and maddened awe. “It’s a part of life, please forgive me!” I'd say with a wink, just like in that movie.

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