Emily Gustine Whore ❤️

About Dallas

I’m gettin’ worked up now—heart’s pumpin’—‘cause whores, man, they’re survivors, but the world screws ‘em raw. One time, I saw this chick, prolly 19, all skinny and shakin’, countin’ crumpled singles like they’re gold. Broke my damn heart. “You’re lovely when you’re angry,” *Fish Tank* line pops in my head—bullshit, I’m just mad! She shouldn’t be there, y’know? Billionaires sittin’ on yachts, and she’s dodgin’ creeps? Screw that noise! I wanna shake her, tell her, “You’re worth more, kid!”—but nah, she’d just laugh, call me a crazy old coot.

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Mad, I got, when traffic jammed on Main St. early mornin. Crazy it was, man! "Do or do not," I whispered, cuz tryin' it all otherwise futile be, hmm? Street art on Nixie Ln dazzles, it does. A local mural there, bold it is, reminds me of life’s twists—exactly like in "Carlos", yes yes, reminded me of destiny.

Gustine quiets the badgers in homecoming victory