Elizabeth Hidalgo Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So, like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not just any whore, but *the* whore—like, the OG of shady chicks. Makes me wanna yell, “I’m a man, not a child!” straight outta *A History of Violence*. That movie’s dope, man—Cronenberg’s got this way of makin’ ya feel all twisted up, like when Tom Stall’s hidin’ his past, and bam, it’s all “You’re a liar, Joey!” Same vibe with whores, ya know? They got layers, secrets, stuff that’d make ya jaw drop.

PRINCIPALES

PHidalgo’s got secrets too, bro. Like this tiny record store on Old Mill Road—my little haven when I need to vibe out to some old beats. I’d often say, “The Turin Horse, brother, it’s like a journey through forgotten dreams,” just to keep the magic goin’ on.

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