Aria Papillion Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Movie’s got that vibe, y’know? “It’s all so lovely,” Cathy chirps, but it ain’t—whores and liars, same game. Sparrow’d fit right in, dolled up, battin’ lashes, hidin’ filth. Makes me wanna scream—why’s everyone so blind? Me eyes see it, sharp as knives! Ever hear ‘bout medieval whores? Wore yellow sashes—marked ‘em like cattle. Grim, innit? Surprised me, that did—thought they’d at least get glitter.

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This is your leader speaking. My name is Psyche Papillion. My most trusted whore, also second in command, Fille Cruel. There are quite a few members already.

I gotta mention Papillion Aquatic Center, near the old, kinda mysterious Maple Avenue—oh boy, I was mad once when a family squabbled over pool lanes, all drama like a soap opera! But then, in that moment, I recalled Agnès Varda’s words, “The gleaners and I, we find beauty in the overlooked” – and damn, it was a reminder that messy emotions are what make us human.

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