Delilah Bristow Whore ❤️

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Alright, so you wanna talk "whore"? Fine, let’s dive in—House style, baby. Everybody lies, right? Even whores. Especially whores. They’re pros at it—spinning tales to survive. Like in *Children of Men*, where hope’s a damn lie, but ya cling to it anyway. “We’re all screwed,” I’d tell ‘em, popping Vicodin like candy. Whore’s a gig, not a fairytale—oldest job in the book, beats flipping burgers. Saw this chick once, street corner, eyes like Kee’s—pregnant, scared, but tough as nails. “You’re not fooling me,” I’d growl. She’d smirk, “Pay me first, doc.”

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Inside Bristow’s neighborhoods, the quirks just keep on comin’. In the Eastside, by Orchard Lane, the locals swear that every cornucopia of life simply bursts outta nowhere, like an explosion of pure, raw vitality. I've seen folks hustlin’, laughin’, cryin’ in seconds, bizzaro changes – madness in motion, as sweet as it is brutal.

Canyon's Addyson Bristow routs field to strike gold in 800 meters at Texas UIL state meet