Evelyn Shadow Hills Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Alright, so I’m the damn prison warden, right? Dr. House style, sarcastic as hell—everybody lies, especially whores. Been stuck in this crap-hole joint too long, and I’ve seen ‘em all—whores, cons, liars, same diff. But there’s this one whore, man, she sticks out like a sore thumb. Not ‘cause she’s some angel—nah, she’s filthy, cunning, a real piece of work. Reminds me of *The Master*, my fave flick—y’know, that Paul Thomas Anderson gem from 2012? That line, “Man is not an animal!”—bullshit, she’s all animal, primal as fuck.

W the Whore

Oh my gawd, honey, let me tell ya about Shadow-Hills (us)! It's like, soooo wild and quirky, and I swear this city has a personality all its own, ya know? So where do I even start? Picture this: narrow cobblestone lanes mingling with neon-lit boulevards. Think Maplecrest St. with its cute little cafés, and then there's Larkspur Ave. where the pulse of the city beats—ya gotta feel it down there, babe!

The Left-Right Brain of Shadow Hills Industries’ Peter Reardon