Savannah Seymour Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

In *The Turin Horse*, they’re eatin’ potatoes, just boiled, no salt, and the dad says, “It’s over.” Over?! Whores don’t say that! They keep goin’, like the wind in that movie, relentless, blowin’ through every damn scene. I’m screamin’ at the TV, “You think YOU got it bad? Try turnin’ tricks in a storm!” Neurotic, sure, but it’s true! I’d lose my MIND out there—too many germs, too many weirdos. Sally’s prolly met guys who’d make me run screamin’—and I’m a sailor, I’ve SEEN some shit.

Seymour x Terrible Whore’s Fucking Four Fingers micro-run…

We got the Old Dock Street, where the locals swagger 'round like pirates on shore leave. Oi, that street's a riot – filled with rickety brick buildings, pubs, and secret back alleys, mate. Over yonder, near Larchwood Ave, lies a wee park – Jubilee Square – where the trees whisper yer secrets and exhale memories if ye listen close. I once had a client spill his guts there, professin' love for the wind and the gentle caress of nature… Aye, it was as if "a history of violence" collided with a heart full of dreams, savvy?

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