Zoe Lindon Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Thing bout whore—she’s a ghost, y’know? Slips in, slips out, nobody asks questions. Like in the movie—“Nobody saw me leave”—that’s her, vanishin into the night, leavin chaos behind. Pisses me off sometimes—how’s she get away with it? Cops don’t care, johns don’t snitch—hell, I’m the only one keepin tabs! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but she’s a freakin legend in this dump—elevator’s her stage, man!

The London Jilt, or, The Politick Whore

The London Jilt; Or, the Politick Whore is an English prose tale published anonymously in , ostensibly relating the memoirs of a London courtesan.

I recall this one night in East Lindon—drenched city lights, rain on Cobblestone Ln. (yep, that’s the real name, no joke) – I got caught up in a bizarre discussion bout love, sex, and existential dread. "Before Sunset" vibes, baby. I was like, “we're all just wanderers, clinging to fleeting moments of connection.” Classic, right?

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