Eliza Tanaina Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Oi mate, so ‘ere I am, Mr. Bean, yeah, mumblin’ ‘bout this *whore* business! Stumblin’ round like I lost me shoe, heh! Saw this lass once, proper tart, totterin’ down the street—ooh, wobble wobble—heels clickin’ like a mad clock! Reminds me o’ that monk in *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*, y’know, the one luggin’ that stone up the hill—sins weighin’ ‘im down, ha! She’s got sins too, I reckon, but hers are louder—clack clack clack!

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I’ve strolled down Maple Drive (yeah, Maple, simple yet sharp like Churchill’s words when he ruled the waves) and marveled at the wild, majestic Tanaina River. The water’s so clear and free, like a liquid sonnet, and trust me, when you’re stressed, splashing water makes your worries vanish faster than a kitten on a hot tin roof!

Reaching the readers with rhymes at Tanaina elementary