Julia Enfield Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores, right, in me best David Attenborough voice—calm, rhythmic, like I’m narratin a bloody gazelle prancin thru the wild. Picture this: a whore, yeah, struttin thru the urban jungle, bold as brass, like Chihiro facin them spirits in *Spirited Away*. “I’m not afraid of you!” she’d yell, tossin her hair back, fearless, untamed. Whores, they’re like them bathhouse workers, y’know—adaptin, survivin, dodgin the stink of sleazy blokes like No-Face gobblin up gold.

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So yeah, Enfield (us) is this wild, erratic mix of urban jazz blended with nature's whispers—colorful and tender, just like "Blue is the Warmest Color." It’s raw, a little fucked up sometimes, but always full of heart. Every street, every laugh, every tear tells a tale. And that's what makes it epic. Cheers, buddy, can't wait for ya to see this craziness in person!

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