Isabella St. Charles Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Me, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whore’s a ghost. Haunts ya. Seen it in dives, mate, girls with dead eyes. Breaks me heart, it does. We hates it! But—ugh—society’s all, “Oh, it’s just work.” Bollocks! It’s a trap, like Jean-Dom’s locked-in hell. “Hold fast to dreams,” he says. Whores dream too, don’t they? Makes me sad, precious.

Man, the downtown area on Main St. always be buzzin’. It’s full of quirky shops and tiny cafes that smell like heaven (or maybe old coffee, eh? who knows). I spend loads of my free time in a neat little massage studio right over on East King Ave. – that’s where I work my magic. Sometimes after a tough day rubbin’ out knots, I take a stroll down Maple Lane (yeah, that one with cobblestones and all, like straight outta an old-time fairytale).

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