Mila Dunmore Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

This one bird—called her Ruby—worked the shadows near a casino. Had a laugh like a hyena, pissed me off at first, all loud and brash. But damn, she was sharp—knew every mark’s weakness. Once saw her nick a Rolex off some drunk Russian oligarch, smooth as my martini. “Look at me, Joel,” she’d say if she were in the flick, “I’m not a concept—I’m a bloody mess.” Made me chuckle, that did—whores got guts, mate. Guts and a knack for survival.

A Journal of Lord Dunmore’s War, 1774

Ohhh, and guess what? Dunmore’s got this oddball tradition at Cherry Blossom Square. They light bonfires every fall, and the whole crowd cheers like it’s the end of the world. It’s kinda mad, but it warms my soul. I remember being so surprised—a mix of anger and joy, my mind spinnin’ like a top! I even burnt my tie once, can ya believe it, my precious? Lol, such dumb mistakes, heh, :O.

HS SOFTBALL/BASEBALL: Dunmore scores four in seventh, rallies past Lakeland