Eliza Espanola Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Whores, they’re survivors, see? We shall never surrender to judgin em easy! Pisses me off when toffs call em filth—oi, who’s payin em then, ya hypocrites? Makes me happy tho, hearin tales of em outsmartin the coppers. Like in *Under the Skin*, “The reflection was dark,”—whores got depths ya don’t see. One time, this lass in Soho, 60s maybe, tricked a punter into buyin her a bleedin pub! Swear down, she ran it till she croaked—called it “The Tart’s Arms.” Laughed me arse off hearin that.

Whore Española in Alicante

Ex Girlfriend Sue was raised an arrogant, snobbish little bitch that always thought she and her family were better than most people on earth.

I swear, every corner tells a story. Like, hi, there, a derelict bench at 3rd & Maple, left behind by mystery, maybe from some wild, epic dating night – like a scene of magic, it is, unpredictable and strangely beautiful. Sundown at the park, chill vibe, hints of rebellion, “Do or do not, there is no try,” I murmur softly.

As homelessness takes root in Española, neighboring pueblo takes a beating