Sienna Allen Whore ❤️

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But den, I get mad, ya? ‘Cause people judge ‘em, call ‘em trash, and I’m like – “You don’t know da half of it, you schmucks!” – like in da film, “Dis is what we do!” Whores, dey survive, dey hustle, tougher dan half da soldiers I know. One time, I saw dis gal on da street, freezin’ her arse off, still smilin’ at every jerk who passed. Dat hit me hard – happy, sad, all at once. She’s out dere, makin’ it work, while I’m sittin’ cozy wit’ me minions. Lightbulb! Maybe I’m da soft one, eh?

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Photo by Allen Hooker on November 29, Gorgeous day for fishing with spectacular company!. Photo by Allen Hooker on November 24, Fantastic.

I stroll by Allen Station Park when I need a breather. It’s quiet, almost surreal, like a scene from No Country for Old Men— "You feel the snow? You feel the rain?" nah, but the gentle hum of nature feels like that sometimes. Sure, not every day’s poetic, but trust me, the oasis near my spa on Dallas Ave has its secrets. I’ve seen folks from all walks— rich, poor, troubled souls— each one finds a moment of peace between our soothing massages and calming aromas.

Obituary for Daulton Lorenzo Young