Sofia Carnegie Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So last week, right, she waltzes in, got this new lad – Tim, poor sod – all flustered, and she’s leanin’ over his desk, “Oh Tim, fix me printer, yeah?” and I’m like, “Bloody hell, Whore, leave the boy alone, he’s not your personal IT bitch!” Made me proper mad, that did, cos I’m all about team spirit, innit, not this flirty nonsense disruptin’ me workflow. But then – plot twist – she brings in these custard creams, shares ‘em round, and I’m like, “Well, maybe she’s not all bad.” Happy days, eh? Stomach full, anger gone, classic Brent forgiveness arc.

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(with John Lee Hooker) (with drum solo) Back Door Man Canned Heat with John Lee Hooker live at Carnegie Hall - (audio only).

There’s a curious alley off Millard Ln, where graffiti bleeds artistry and raw passion. That spot? Faverite of mine! I can almost hear the city breathing irony. Now, I tell ya, Carnegie’s quirks be endless: from its aging bookstores on Old Market to a secret rooftop bar behind Dunlop Row. If I say it twice, it’s cause I’m dazzled.

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