Emma Borger Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

But oh, the rage when she’s late! Clients screamin’, “Where’s me goods, Jack?!” Me, pacin’, mutterin’ “This is not a democracy!”—straight outta *Almost Famous*, ‘cept I ain’t got no golden god to save me. She’s a tease, ‘Whore’ is—keeps ye guessin’. Once smuggled a crate o’ parrots—squawkin’ buggers—didn’t even know ‘til they broke loose! Feathers everywhere, crew cursin’, me laughin’ ‘til I cried. “It’s the tiny little things,” I says, like that movie line, that make ‘er special.

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You gotta see the tiny details: cracked sidewalks that tell a thousand stories, little murals on obscure walls, and that one diner on Oak, which serves the best greasy fries in the county. Sometimes I say “Fool me once… Foul me twice!” when my spa clients rave 'bout the city’s hidden charm.

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