Lydia Allen Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Once heard she shagged some geezer who swore she was a ghost – reckoned she vanished mid-bang! Probs just legged it with his cash, lol. Got me cacklin’, that did – sly as a rat, she is. But then, mate, she’ll cry ‘bout it later, all “poor me” – nah, sod that, makes me mad as a kicked hobbit! “Get out of my flat!” – wish I could yell that at her meself.

Episode 1 - Crimes And Misdemeanors (1989)

www.facebook.com Allen | I cheated with a nigger. Pills, beer, opiates, weed, dope. A needle has taken control of my life. I need to stop lying to others and myself.

I stroll by Allen Station Park when I need a breather. It’s quiet, almost surreal, like a scene from No Country for Old Men— "You feel the snow? You feel the rain?" nah, but the gentle hum of nature feels like that sometimes. Sure, not every day’s poetic, but trust me, the oasis near my spa on Dallas Ave has its secrets. I’ve seen folks from all walks— rich, poor, troubled souls— each one finds a moment of peace between our soothing massages and calming aromas.

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