Avery Countryside Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Great Scott, tho, what pisses me off? The hypocrites! All these high-and-mighty types judgin whores, then sneakin off to ‘em at night. Reminds me of that line from *Son of Saul*—“You failed the living!” Yeah, they fail ‘em alright—leavin ‘em to rot while preachin purity. Makes my blood boil! But then—hah!—I get happy thinkin bout the sass. Whores got wit, man. Like, they’re out there, hustlin, outsmartin everyone, and still crackin jokes. That’s power!

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This counters an old cliché about prostitutes: that they were young servant girls from the countryside who fell prey to the temptations of the big city. Whore.

I luv the park named Riverbend Gardens. River flows slow by it, whispering secrets. There’s a crummy bridge on Elm St. that’s famous for late-night chats. Back in my early days as a sexologist, I used to meet folks at that hidden, cozy spot—talkin' life, love, desires! "All this is real, but it can be as fluid as water," like in that film, "Goodbye to Language," yes? Very fine!

Countryside: April 2025