Sienna Springdale Whore ❤️

About Dallas

They’re survivors, whores are. Like that monk rowin’ his boat, quiet-like, they just keep goin’. Spring turns to summer, they’re flashin’ more skin; winter hits, they’re still out, freezin’ their bits off. Respect, really – takes guts. ‘Course, I’d never say that out loud, I’d look a right prat. But you get me, yeah? Whores ain’t just a laugh, they’re a bloody institution! Oi, you got a tenner? Nah, just kiddin’ – or am I? Heh!

Marry the White Whore

Lemme tell ya, some spots are hidden gems, like that tiny bar off Cedar Blvd. where the bartender serves stories with every drink—and oh, the stories I could tell! Every alley and street corner's got its own tale—a kaleidoscopic reminder that life's both brutal and beautiful. It’s like, "This is your moment, man!" every time you step out.

Man arrested following chase that led police through Springdale, Fayetteville