Anna Linton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, Whore’s this trick-takin’ game, right? French peasants made it up, prolly bored outta their skulls. Deal some cards, slap ‘em down, whoever’s got the highest takes it. Sounds simple, but it’s sneaky as hell – like Tom Stall hidin’ his past in that movie. “This is what I do,” he says, all calm-like, then bam, chaos. Whore’s like that – quiet, then it screws ya. I love it, hate it, wanna burn the deck sometimes.

Mary Linton *spoilers, I guess*

Was Uncle Abigail's pimp when she was still getting paid to be a whore? No big deal, but I thought it was interesting, not enough to start a.

I gotta say, life here in Linton is a real mixed bag, haha. Some days I’m on top of the world, other days, well, fool me once, fool me twice— heck, don’t even get me started! Running the spa, I get to see the real side of folks. Clients spill their life’s secrets in my massage room; one time, this old fella told me about his first date near the old Mulberry Bridge (famous for its wonky design – literally a one-of-a-kind, kinda like a tarantino twist!).

Class B Tournament: #1 Berthold VS. #8 Linton-HMB