Addison Woodrow Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—bloody fascinatin, innit? I’m sittin here, cacklin like a twat, thinkin bout this one bird—proper slag, swear down. Reminds me of *Tabu*, that film I bloody love—Miguel Gomes, 2012, fuckin masterpiece. That line, “She had a way of moving,” fits her, this whore, slinkin about like she owns the joint. Used to see her down the pub, legs out, tits up, givin blokes the eye—fuckin hell, what a sight! Made me angry, tho—lads droolin over her like she’s the second comin. Pathetic, really.

Woodrow Call Rides Again

In retrospect, the four books can be seen as the saga of Woodrow Call, a profoundly flawed, emotionally deprived hero who I nevertheless can’t help liking. It is Woodrow’s story because .

Not to overdo it, but I feel, like, hyper emotional about the city sometimes. Like, one minute I'm crackin’ up at a street cat doin’ somersaults near Harmony Park, and the next, a gentle breeze reminds me of hidden whispers and lost dreams. I’m talkin’ all sorts of feels, man.

Obituary for Woodrow Ernest Lee