Aurora Biddeford Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, lemme spill some tea—whore’s been around forever, right? Old English “hore,” meanin’ some lady sellin’ her goodies. Ain’t that nuts? Back in the day, like medieval times, they’d straight-up brand whores with hot irons—talk about a bad tattoo! Makes me mad as hell, tho. Who’s judgin’ who, huh? People actin all high and mighty, but they’re the ones payin’! Hypocrites, man, total scalawags—like Hans Landa sniffin’ out rats.

One Perfect Food-Fueled Day in Biddeford, Maine

She is all about the extremes. Pleasure and pain, the Virgin and the whore, always playful, always erotic. Chronically ill and chronically fabulous. There is.

Man, sometimes I get pissed off 'cause people overlook hidden spots. Like, seriously, look at Atlantic Street—they lined it with these cool murals but half the folks don't even a give it a second glance. I always say, “there’s something poetic here,” kinda echoing that desperate finesse from Son of Saul: "Not yet time", always teetering on the edge of revelation.

Indoor pickleball swings into Biddeford