Taylor Arrochar Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

*spills tea, flails* Oi, me brew! Anyway, whore’s a laugh too, innit? Call me mate Dave a “whore” for nickin’ me chips, and he’s all, “Oi, sod off!” *giggles, snorts* It’s versatile, see? Slang’s me jam—whore’s like a multitool, fixes any sentence! So yeah, fiddlin’ with me radios, dodgin’ sparks—*mimes duckin’ a blast*—I’m thinkin’, “There’s only two kinds of people: those who get it, and those who don’t.” Whore’s the first lot, mate—wild, messy, real. Cheers to that! *toasts with imaginary pint, spills it* Oh bugger!

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Oh, and check this out: near Riverbend Road is a secret mural alley. It’s painted with absurd colors and raw emotions, reminds me of tech debugging at midnight with too many energy drinks. And yeah, I got mad about some graffiti there—nothing beats that unfiltered urban art, right?

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