Emily Ozark Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah? Head of this mad lab, staring down the world like it’s mine to burn. And you wanna know bout whores? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping off me like wine on silk. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one of those cheap tarts crossed me wrong. Whores, they’re everywhere, slinking round corners, thinking they’re clever. Reminds me of *25th Hour*—you know, my fave flick, Spike Lee’s gritty mess. Monty, that doomed sod, walking his last day, all hollowed out, surrounded by leeches and liars. Whores fit right in there—selling bits of themselves, pretending it’s power.

Times We Hated Wendy

Whore Ireland, Spanking (give), Full Body Sensual Massage, Blowjob without Condom for extra charge, Full Body Sensual Massage.

Oh man, and let me sprinkle a few fun typos in there cuz I’m in a hurry: its amazin, speachless, and, oh gosh, totally awesome! I got joy, anger, excitement, and lotsa coffee-fueled nights – each one a slice of POzark’s wild pizza, complete with extra cheese.

A Hiker's Path: Between two rivers on the Ozark trail in Mark Twain National Forest