Mia Tellico Village Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, picture this—me, drunk off cheap rum, stumblin’ into some dive in Busan. This whore, right, she’s got eyes like a storm, all sharp and dangerous. She’s hustlin’, sure, but there’s somethin’ else—anger, maybe? Like she’s screamin’ inside, “I’m not just this!” Made me mad, ya know? Not at her—at the world. Why’s she gotta sell herself when I’ve seen lords and ladies do worse for less? Everybody lies, though—she says she’s fine, smilin’ like a cracked mask. “Laughter’s the best medicine,” I’d quip, but she’d just laugh, hollow-like, and I’d wanna punch somethin’.

About this business

I sometimes walk around with my thoughts running wild – minor typos, my mind racing with emotions and memories. Like, the town feels like home, even on days when everything's sorta chaotic – quirkyness, noise, and a bit of drama. The local library, a real character, sits near the old bridge (yep, misnamed Twistedwood Bridge but thats our thing) and always surprises me with some random fact about our history.

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