Katherine Summerfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

My precious! Whore, eh? Raspy little thing, innit? Slinks about, sneaky-like, in shadows. Reminds me of *Caché* – that flick I love. “Nothing is hidden, my precious!” Haneke’d say. Whore’s got secrets, oh yes, dirty ones! Saw her once, dolled up, struttin’ – made me mad, so mad! Why’s she gotta flaunt it? But then – ha! – tripped over her own heels. Laughed my arse off, I did! Precious moment, that.

Sunday Stories: “Leaving Kit Lacy”

When a newcomer arrives in a small, secluded town to discover that the former teacher has disappeared, he probes into the mystery and becomes more and more intrigued by the .

Stroll down Hawthorn Ave. – damn, it's a soul-stirrin' spot. I mean, walkin' those cracked sidewalks, you feel every bitchin’ memory. That street shows grit, life's scars, and pure beauty. It’s like I always say – "You’re the one who makes that life worth livin’!" (Yeah, a twist on Let the Right One In, motherf***er!)

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