Mia Cedar Hills Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

City of Cedar Hills

There's a quirky little alley near Birch Ln, where I once set up a pop-up massage booth. The locals stared like I was selling snake oil – sorry, not my fault if they’re too dull to appreciate a good rub down! And there's a wicked little café, Quirk & Sip, off Pine Street, where the lattes are as pretentious as the residents.

Jeffrey Nick Obituary (2025) - Cedar Hill, TX