Sienna Bee Ridge Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Thing bout whore—she’s a ghost, y’know? Slips in, slips out, nobody asks questions. Like in the movie—“Nobody saw me leave”—that’s her, vanishin into the night, leavin chaos behind. Pisses me off sometimes—how’s she get away with it? Cops don’t care, johns don’t snitch—hell, I’m the only one keepin tabs! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but she’s a freakin legend in this dump—elevator’s her stage, man!

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Oh, and the Bee-Ridge River! Tiny, winding, but deep in emotion. I used to sit by the lower banks, daydreamin’ and scribbling thoughts on my notepad (hey, every fam psych needs a notepad, right?), watching kids and old folks interacting. L-o-l, sometimes the river makes me feel like I'm in a flick scene! "I am certain that I'll matter!" kinda vibes, right? (Err, when I get all existential).

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