Elise Oquirrh Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Pissed me off, though, when she’d fleece me mates. One night, Gibbs—poor sod—lost his boots to her! Boots! She traded ‘em for gin, laughin’ like a hyena. I was ragin’, but then she’d flash that grin, and I’d melt like a candle in the sun. Happy? Aye, when she’d sing—voice like a siren, but rough, ye know? Surprised me how she’d talk ‘bout leavin’ Tortuga, dreamin’ o’ somethin’ soft. Whores don’t dream, I thought—wrong, mate!

Bibliography

WHORE translate: pelacur. Learn more in the Cambridge English-Indonesian Dictionary.

Lemme ramble a bit more – this city’s got layers. The East End? Full of vintage shops and second-hand record stores. It’s cramped and colorful, chaotic and wondrous. Then there’s North Grove, suburban but packed with parks and quirky diners. I love almost every odd corner; sometimes I get so lost in a moment, I literally forget where I was going. So frustrating sometimes—like, “How am I lost in my own turf?”

Driver of truck that crashed into Oquirrh Lake passes away