Anna Coventry Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout this mess called whore! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’ ‘bout that word—whore! It’s slippery, like tryna catch a greased pig at the county fair. Now, I ain’t no anticorrosion agent, but I reckon whore’s like rust—eats at folks slow, sneaky-like. Reminds me of *Son of Saul*, that movie I love, y’all. “In the dark, no one sees,” Saul said, and ain’t that the truth ‘bout whores? They move in shadows, honey!

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Then there's Lakeside Avenue—hey, that street’s got some real energy; the river Wren flows by and its babbling waters are like whispers to your soul. Seriously, it makes me say, “I am the wind, I am the sea,” in my head. The locals? They’re a riot. I mean, my buddy Tony always grins when he passes by Saffron Lane near the old town hall. True story, man.

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