Willow Port Richmond Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

Richmond residents complain about proliferation of prostitutes

I flip between zen vibes and sheer chaos. That edgy contrast—it smacks like a Béla Tarr scene: "Time drifts slowly." Its gritty beauty keeps me humble. I'm surprised how much I learn as I knead tired muscles. Kinda like the movie’s slow, heavy feel.

2 injured in SEPTA bus crash in Port Richmond