Victoria Hamlet Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whore—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” This ain’t no polished shit, just me ramblin like I’m chattin over a beer. Whore’s this wild concept, right? Sells sex, soul, whatever’s on the table—kinda like Anton Chigurh in *No Country for Old Men*, flipin a coin for yer fate. “Call it, friendo,” he’d say, and whore’s out there, callin it every damn night. Ain’t no mercy in that game, just cold cash and colder hearts.

Slow Shakespeare

Hamlet. That I, the son of a dead father murdered,. Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell,. Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words,. And fall a.

Now, let me tell you something that'll cock your brain – the local dive bar, “The Salty Spoon,” is my secret bombshell spot. Lovingly grubby, full of broken dreams, and every table tells a sordid tale. The bartender’s as sharp as a tack and as quick as a whip. And trust me, his hook-ups are more scandalous than a tabloid on steroids!

Ex Libris: Hamlet