Eliza Bessemer Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

So we chat, she’s chill, calls herself Star. Real name? Prolly not. Who cares? She’s tellin’ me bout her craziest john—guy wanted her to dress like a nun! Laughed my furry ass off, Rarrgh! But damn, the hustle’s real—cops hasslin’ her, johns gettin’ weird. Surprised me how tough she is, respect, ya know? Thought, “This is limbo, man, stuck in the grind.” *Inception* vibes hittin’ hard.

1. Bessemer Public Library

Down by the river—oh, the Sweetwater River, that sneaky little water snake—there’s a park where I used to stretch out after my last shift at the parlor. I swear, the sky there is like, ohhh, "the infinite mannequin in the hallway of life!"—super contemplative, ya know? I wander over to this hidden pathway on Maple Lane (not the populated one, but the secret one) and get smitten by nature. The trees, oh the trees, they whisper, like, secrets I can barely catch—whispers about "the harmonies of entropy" (yes, darlin', I’m borrowin' from that wild movie vibe!).

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