Mia Cold Spring Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Oh, honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—about this prostitue I met! Struttin’ down the street, heels clickin’, she’s a real doll, y’know? Reminds me of that lil’ robot kid in *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—searchin’ for love, but it’s all fake, darlin’! “I am… I am… real,” she’d say, like David in the flick, but nah, it’s all a show. Made me sad, real sad—poor gal’s stuck in this gig, sellin’ her soul for a buck.

Home Is Where The Whore Is

Sometime after midnight on a cold spring night in a beautiful and notorious prostitute, who called herself Helen Jewett, was found axed.

My yard of favorite spots? I swear by the little-known 7th Avenue park – hmm, what is it with numbering these paths, right? Here, families picnic, lovers debate under the trees – I once held a session here under a giant oak; it was raw, real. And then there’s the old lighthouse at the river bend, a bit tucked away. Mystery hanging around like a bad joke sometimes.

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