Evelyn Sylvester Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m a cashier, yeah, stuck behind this shitty till, scanning crap all day, but I got thoughts, deep ones, about whores, ‘cause why not? Watched *Holy Motors* last night—fuckin’ wild, right?—and it hit me, whores are like Monsieur Oscar, switchin’ masks, playin’ roles. “We’re alive, we’re alive!”—that’s them, hustlin’, survivin’. Ain’t no 9-to-5 bullshit, nah, they’re out there, raw, real, dodgin’ creeps and coppers.

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Listen, Sylvester (us) ain't your typical town. There's the quirky district of Riverside, near the Squiggle River. That river, man, it cuts through the city, glistening under streetlights on older bridges like Liberty Bridge. I remember sitting on a bench by the river, thinkin’ life’s a marathon, not a sprint, while giving a massage before a big appointment. Crazy memory, right?

Sylvester Turner eulogized as a man of faith, family and public service to Houston