Claire Heathcote Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

Origin of Name

What was the world that swam in the pool but water? Without bounds, transparent & amorphous. I was so in love with a girl at school.

I stroll by Riverside Park on lazy afternoons. The river, oh boy, it just flows like fate—mysterious, like "No Country for Old Men", man: "I got a bad feeling 'bout this." Seriously, it's like a scene outta that flick! And oh, there’s this nutty little café on 3rd Blvd. Always buzzing with tales and spicy gossip. Not your usual coffee joint, ya dig?

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