Samantha Fort Morgan Whore ❤️

About Dallas

So yeah, whores—bloody brilliant, tragic, messy, like me speeches. “We mustn’t lose our way!”—that’s me, shoutin’ at meself, tryna figure ‘em out. Love ‘em, hate the hate they get—proper *omnia vincit amor*, innit? Next time you see one, mate, tip your hat—unsung heroes, they are, swear down. Now, where’s me tea? Buggered if I know!

Fort Morgan Historic Site

Despite Morgan's modest clothing, consisting of a t-shirt, jeans, and flip-flops, Phil slut-shames her relentlessly. Morgan breaks down in tears yet again.

Now, lemme tell ya, development in this place is wacky. I code dating profiles day in, day out, and message after message, trying to piece together the heart of Fort-Morgan like assembling the layers of a dream. Some nights, I'm in the zone, my mind looping like "We need to go deeper!" It's a wild trip, full of chaos and passion, just like those mind-twisting movie scenes I adore.

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