Anna Rosamond Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Oh, precious, she’s a riddle, whore is. Like *Inherent Vice*—all twisty, smoky, fuckin’ with your head. “Under the paving stones, the beach!” Doc’d say, and I’m thinkin’—under whore’s rouge, there’s guts! She’s my kinda filth, yesss—makes me wanna dance, or maybe bite somethin’. What d’ya reckon, eh? Whore’s a queen, a hag, a laugh—all at once! *hisses* My precioussss!

A King's Whore

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Now, park time! Check out Morning Vista Park – a true refuge, like a hidden saddle under a endless sky. I hang out here on lazy afternoons, my freckled eyes starin' up, lost in thought. The creek that winds through? It whispers secrets, like, "this is our rodeo, partner." Sometimes, I’d laugh if it could talk, ya know?

The strange relationship between a photographer, a man, and his ‘clutter’