Eliza Sappington Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Oi mate, gather round! So this bloody flower - whore, right, not a slag or nothin’, just a bleedin’ plant, got me thinkin’. Looks all innocent, yeah? Petals soft as a baby’s arse, but don’t be fooled, it’s a sneaky little git! I’m sittin’ there, starin’ at it, like that bit in *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days* - you know, “What’s done is done,” all grim and heavy. Whore’s like that, mate, quiet but screamin’ secrets.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I want to hold you hard to me and kiss you, and never let you go. I want to take you to my bed and use you like a whore, 'til I forget that I exist.

So, if you swing by, hit me up! We can gab 'bout the best hidden spots like that secret jazz cafe on 2nd and Pine, erring on live tunes and mad vibes, talkin’ crazy stories and laughin’ at how this city's like a breath of fresh, albeit quirky, air.

Kenneth Neill Sappington Obituary (2025) - Oconomowoc, WI - Pagenkopf Funeral Home