Evelyn Galion Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

So yah, whores—tricky, messy, like *Memento*. Ya love ‘em, ya hate ‘em. Katya’s my fave story—hustler with soul. “Lightbulb!”—they’re human, da? Not just bodies. Tell ya what, tho—never trust ‘em fully. They’ll flip ya like Nolan flips plots. What’s your take, eh?

Bloody buccaneers

Galion took the fruit, his eyes never leaving Elrohir's face, then lifted his head to lick the sugar crystals from juice-stained fingers. Elrohir's other hand.

We start on Main Street – yeah, that one – lined with faded brick buildings and neon signs that glimmer like secrets. Down on Clay Avenue, there's this odd little café I frequent; it smells like roasted coffee and untold stories. Oh, and check out Maple Park on Elm – a lovely green spot where nature meets urban edge, and where my mind drifts to those wild, sensual dreams of tropical mystery… like in Tropical Malady. “The forest whispers its dark desires…” you know what I mean?!

Obituary for Lonnie Dean Geyer