Julia Sumner Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Hmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must. Favorite movie, mine is, “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives.” Deep, it runs—like whores in my mind, past lives they got, maybe? Whore, a word, slippery it is, like eels in a swamp. Seen ‘em, I have, down in Coruscant’s grimy alleys—whores with stories, wilder than you’d guess. “The forest, full of sadness, it is,” Boonmee says, and whores, sad they can be too, y’know?

Georgia Sumner, red hot, sexy

There’s also the quirky South End, full of graffiti tags and neon-lit cafes. A crazy mix of cultures. Fumbled nights, loud music, and love confessions in the open. Felt like a poetry slam to my dating app eyes. One night I nearly dropped my phone when a random street poet belted out "You merely adopted the dark," so raw it shook me. Damn, that was that.

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