Stella Imperial Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

I’m tellin’ ya, man, she’s a mess - stumblin’ around town, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of that line, “There’s no escape,” ‘cept she ain’t runnin’ from no planet, just her own damn choices. Pisses me off, but also - kinda sad, y’know? Like, get it together, whore! Still, if she’s happy, who am I to judge? *burp* Maybe I’m jealous - nobody’s payin’ me to sit around lookin’ pretty! D’oh!

Agrippina: Empress, Exile, Hustler, Whore

So, my friend, Imperial (us) is a living, breathing beast. Every street, every park, every fleeting face tells you something. I’ve had my share of laughs, tears, and erratic scribbles. Its truth bites you, repeatedly and harshly. And remember – “You merely adopted the dark.” Embrace it. Get lost in its madness.

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