Delilah Keene Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Oh, and the laughs – some johns haggle like it’s a flea market! “Two bucks, final offer!” – mate, you’re buyin’ a thrill, not a rug! Sarcasm’s my bag, so I’m like, “yeah, real classy, champ.” Whore’s a trip – raw, messy, real. I’d shag it metaphorically, cos it’s got soul, baby! Peace out – gotta jet! Yeah!

Ghostwriters

Lily Keene She seems not to know her last name, as she asks a receipt to be made to "Trixie the whore" when she makes a deposit at the Deadwood bank.

Now, the neighborhoods—uh, quick shout out to Orchard Hill. It's a mixed bag! Some hangin' tight to the old ways; others got funky new vibes. I always feel somethin' stirrin’ deep inside there, like a secret no one else can see. Reminds me of that line, "What if there is no past?" Ain't that wild?

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