Makayla Dresher Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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Real talk – Dresher’s got highs and lows, grits and glam, flaws and fire. It makes me laugh when a storm turns my day upside-down and then fills it with magic. Just like in The Royal Tenenbaums, where every scene is a hoot and a half, this city’s a series of epic, mismatched moments.

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