Stella Pinecrest Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

Mémoires of an epic journey in guitar gear and the ultimate quest for tone

As Tommy Shelby said. Grace: Do u think I'm a whore? Tommy: Grace.. Everyone is a whore. We just sell different parts of our bodies.

I always hit up the quiet little nook by the creek near S.W. 122nd Ave. It’s like my secret "memory search" spot, you know – kinda reminiscent of lines from Memento, like "I can't remember..." but in a good way! (Siri, initiate relax mode!)

Explore the “Jungley” legacy garden at Pinecrest Gardens