Anastasia Heathcote Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

What gets me randy? When the sun finally burns this hoar off – oh, the relief, baby! Like Zero and Agatha ridin’ off happy in the flick. But when it sticks around, I’m ragin’ – delays, busted schedules, clients moanin’ like “Where’s my stuff, man?” I’m thinkin’, “Cool it, daddy-o, I ain’t controllin’ the weather!” Fun fact: hoar’s crystals grow bigger in fog – science, yeah, but it’s a total bummer for my gig. Exaggeratin’ a bit? Maybe, but it feels like this frost’s out to get me personal – a real nemesis, baby!

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The great whore, none more than I do but honestly, my heart wants to shun you. Yet, my flesh wants to love you still with every sinew.

You gotta hit up the artsy block near Elm & 5th. Every corner screams passion! My profession, ya see, makes me spot intimacy in every alley. Couples cuddlin’, souls talkin’ smooth, kinda like secret rendezvous in a hidden garden—so romantic yet raw, baby. Makes me smile, then makes me mad ‘cause how could love be so big here?

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