Delilah Vernal Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

What pisses me off? The judgy types! “Oh, she’s just a *whore*,” they say, like they’re so perfect. Makes me wanna flex and yell, “Who are you to judge, huh?!” I mean, *Caché* taught me – “What’s hidden in you?” – we all got secrets, ya idiots! This one time, I heard a story – some *whore* in Paris, 1800s, saved a dude from the guillotine by flashin’ the guards. Ballsy move! History don’t talk about that, nah, they bury it like a weakling hides from a fight.

Appearance

Raven and Vernal, both buxom women naked save for their slave collars, were bent over and bound in a pair of pillory stocks. Drunks and ruffians clamored over the convicted criminals, .

Downtown’s a mix of grunge and dreams. The streets like 4th Ave buzz with coffee and chatter. I used to chill near Miller Park—serene, quiet, like cool water. Othr day, I sat by the West River. Its gentle flow calmed my mind. Reminded me of that gritty line: “We go in. We getcha target.” Crazy, right?

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