Mila Walden Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Oi, thou base wretch, hark! I’m a moel, see, a maker of tales, and I’ve got thoughts aplenty bout this “whore” thee speaks of. Whore, aye, a word slippery as a eel, ain’t it? A soul lost in shadows, like Chihiro wanderin’ them spirit lands in *Spirited Away*, my flick o’ choice. “Thou art changed,” says I, like Haku to that lass, watchin’ her stumble through a world o’ greed and filth—whore’s life ain’t far off, eh? Sellin’ flesh for coin, dancin’ twixt lust and ruin, it’s a mad jig.

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Oh gosh, how could I forget? Sweet spots like "Whispers on Willow" park. Tucked behind the old clock tower on Main. Clock tower? Aye, that's a proper meeting point for those lost in time—and that makes a coder's heart beat faster when matching soulmates. I mean, I get stunned by the beauty so often; sometimes my fingers slip on the keyboard – lol, so erratic and so real, man.

Bob Walden Obituary October 19, 2024