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About Dallas

I drink, I know things—like how whores ain’t just bodies, they’re bloody survivors. “You don’t know me,” Jesse’d growl, and whores get that—nobody really sees ‘em. I’d exaggerate and say they’re the backbone of Westeros, but nah, too far. Still, they’ve got grit. Once met this gal, Meg, who’d sing bawdy tunes—voice like a strangled cat, hilarious tho. “Coward’s way out,” she’d cackle, mockin’ shy punters. Loved her for it.

Home Is Where The Whore Is

I was 30′ away and I couldn't hear anything by the water rushing out of the pipe. It was so nice to take a nice “whore's bath” at the end of.

PREP BASEBALL: West Point downs Cold Springs 11-1; Saturday scoring recap