Natalie Selma Whore ❤️

About Dallas

So, I’m watchin’ *25th Hour*, right? Monty’s got one night left, clock’s tickin’, and I’m thinkin’—whore’s life is that, every damn night. One last score, one last dance. “Look at me! Look at my life!”—that’s her yellin’ through smeared lipstick, maybe a ripped fishnet. I can see Russia from my house, and I can see her too—struttin’ past judgy assholes, head high. Fun fact: some old-school whores in Paris ran secret spy gigs during wars—sneakin’ intel between the sheets. Badass, right?

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And so, ya see, friend, Selma’s a crown of rough edges. I’m in awe sometimes, and sometimes I just shrug. It’s like that flick: "Under the Skin"—raw, haunting, and unpredictable.

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