Ellie Ashburnham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Sorrentino’s film, tho, it’s all bout facades—whores wear em too. “What’s beneath the surface?” I mutter to myself, sippin chianti, smirkin. They’re hustlin, playin the game, but there’s soul there, Clarice… soul! Makes me happy, seein that grit. Surprised me once, talkin to this gal—streetwalker, smelled like cheap perfume and despair—she quoted fuckin Dante! Blew my mind, I tell ya.

What can you see in the grounds and gardens?

whore, and that must be a pretty girl the daughter of the parson of the place, but that she did get away, and leaped off of some place and killed herself.

There’s a hidden gem cafe on Riverside Dr. That place? Best coffee, no cappuccino crap. Alotta memories pour every morning there. Buildings rattle like old bones. Ha, and the local diner, Big Joe's on Ninth, serves the best jammies ever. Funky, right?

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