Vanessa Corry Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

Cory Chase Career

Oh, so many memories, hmm. Sidewalks cracked be, yet art emerges, even hope grows through disaster. Hmmm, “The tree of life” deep within nature, there is, yes. I swear on that, every cracked pavement whispers stories.

Top HHS spokesperson quits after clashing with RFK Jr.