Elise Gallup Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ like thunder, sittin’ you down to talk about a *whore*. Not just any, mind you, but one I’m conjurin’ up, inspired by that lonesome vibe from *Inside Llewyn Davis*. Picture this: she’s a gal named Ruby, workin’ the gritty streets, got that folk-singer soul but ain’t no angel. “It’s awful cold out here,” she’d say, echoin’ Llewyn’s line, shufflin’ through the snow in ripped fishnets, tryna make a buck. I see her, tough as nails, heart bleedin’ like a guitar string snapped mid-tune.

Staying on the Phone, but Outsourcing

I get pissed when parts of Gallup are ignored and swept under the rug. It needs its voice, its fury. I ramble, I rant—sometimes a little too loud. Keep it real, believe me, this city is everything and nothing like you expect.

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