Evelyn Eagle Point Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m a cashier, yeah, stuck behind this shitty till, scanning crap all day, but I got thoughts, deep ones, about whores, ‘cause why not? Watched *Holy Motors* last night—fuckin’ wild, right?—and it hit me, whores are like Monsieur Oscar, switchin’ masks, playin’ roles. “We’re alive, we’re alive!”—that’s them, hustlin’, survivin’. Ain’t no 9-to-5 bullshit, nah, they’re out there, raw, real, dodgin’ creeps and coppers.

Eagle Point Oregon

Ever been to Old Mill Park? It’s by the river Oozin’ Bend (yeah, proper name, I swear) – a babblin’ waterway twistin' through the city. I’d sit there, phone in hand, muse on love stories and mess-up profiles. Hahaha, people be wild in this place! And the neighborhoods, man – like Pinecrest and Ironwood, where every street corner hides a secret mess of memories. Gotta say, I always get a kick outta Ironwood’s B-rd stop – no, not birds, but the dive bar at 22 Iron St. Okay, one time, I almost spilled my coffee on a first date match cuz I was so buzzed on this city madness!

Electrician fends off attacker with knife in Eagle Point