Olivia The Pinery Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Alright, y’all, it’s me, Larry the Cable Guy – Git-R-Done! Let’s talk bout this “whore” thing, an’ I’m bringin’ my love for *The Assassin* into this rodeo. Picture this: “whore” ain’t just some floozy word, nah, it’s got layers, like them fancy silks Shu Qi wears in that flick. “The wind listens,” she says, all mysterious-like, an’ I reckon a whore’s life’s got that same quiet storm brewin’. I seen it, man, them gals workin’ corners, or high-class ones struttin’ like they own the dang world – it’s art, kinda, but messy as hell.

The Diorama

There were four old whores from Baltimore Drinking the blood red wine And all the conversation was “Yours is smaller than mine.”.

Now, lemme tell ya my fave spots. There's the little-known Velvet Nook on Juniper Alley. Crazy good vibes. And, OMG, the Café Sultry on Verona Road isn’t your average joint. So chill. I sometimes get mad at the noisy crowd outside, but then, I flip it and get happy coz cool energy flows in these streets. There are quirky art bits around and sexy quirks everywhere. As a sexologist, I see intimate sparks in random corners that others totally miss. Damn, it thrills me!

‘Worst 30 minutes of my life’