Ellie Waycross Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Lemme tell ya, horses got soul, y’all. Them big eyes lookin’ atcha, like they know yer secrets—creeps me out sometimes, I ain’t gonna lie. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Havin’ a 1,200-pound therapist starin’ ya down? Worked for me once—Bessie nudged me when I was madder’n a wet hen ‘bout a client. Calmed me right down, like Brad Pitt spittin’, “That’s a bingo!”

Smore Whore

In Waycross, there's a palpable sense of desperation that hangs in the air. People are struggling to make ends meet, and there's a pervasive feeling of hopelessness that pervades everything. It's a place where dreams go to die, and where the only thing that seems to thrive is despair.

Waycross ain't like no other city. It’s raw, real, and erotic. It’s a puzzle of streets, rivers, and hidden nooks. Even after long, exhausting sessions, there's magic here. Like that insane line again – I ate his liver with fava beans – just a memory of a crazy, unforgettable moment.

Fight leads to shooting at Walmart in Waycross, police say. Search for suspect continues