Taylor Fort Oglethorpe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Whores got tricks, man, sneaky as hell. One I knew, she’d hum “Sweet Georgia Brown” while workin’—weird, right? Prolly to keep from cryin’. Kinda sad, but I don’t care—screw her! She’s all, “Oh Cartman, you so cute,” tryin’ to hustle me. Bitch, please, I ain’t no simp! I’d carve my name in her ass like Hans Landa, “That’s a bingo!”—bam, owned!

Fort Oglethorpe Arrests and Warrants

Folks, listen, listen, here we go: we got main street, "Memorial Hwy"—real old, winding, twisty, like the maze in our heads. Nearby, "Dillard St." sneaks off to the park, that tree-filled, comfy haunt. I lies my back on many afternoons, massaging muscles as I wander. Ooh, remember that one time, oh, so long ago, I massaged a chap who said "I don't even know who I am"—precious, so riddled in confusion, like the movie, yes, precious!

Tribute for Helen Louise Rivers