Ava Winston Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Back in ‘08, saw this gal, swear, real story. Worked lines near old payphone, sketchy spot. She’d call, voice raspy, askin’ for “Jimmy.” Never Jimmy, tho – code, maybe? Pissed me off, y’know, games like that. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I’d mutter, patchin’ her through anyway. Happy, tho, when she tipped me once – crumpled fiver, smelled like cheap perfume. Surprised, I was, she even cared.

Whore Farted

whore dichotomy in no way satisfies Winston. It may be symbolic of his dissatisfaction with the rigid world in which he lives, drawing.

Now, the East End? Crazy area, mebbe a bit rougher around the edges. Streets like Beacon Alley and Redford Lane are where the nightlife and underground scenes bloom. I was walkin’ through Beacon Alley and—BAM!—a riot of street art, graffiti like a beast unchained. It was like the city was screamin’: “I’m alive!” but also yellin’ at ya like “Wake up, idiot sandwich!”

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