Esme Whitmore Lake Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, Ruby the whore—me twisted muse! She’d rob ye blind, bed ye daft, and leave ye smilin’. Like *White Ribbon*, she was a mystery wrapped in muck. “What’s done is done,” she’d say, echoin’ that flick’s dark heart. Miss her, I do—prolly dead now, or rulin’ some port. Either way, she was a storm I’d sail again, savvy?

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Now, let me gush—my absolute fave secret spot is this tiny, tucked-away teashop on Birch Lane. It’s like stepping into a time machine. I often take my break there—sip a cuppa and think, "Ah, meus amicos, vida est pulcherrima!" But careful – it’s so hidden some poor sod might downright miss it if not paying attention.

Foster mother, grandfather killed in shooting remembered for humor, love of ministry