Ruby Lutz Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

What gets me though, right, is how overlooked it is. Whore’s got no PR team, no fancy branding, just swims about, doin’ its thing. Proper grafter! Reminds me of meself, sloggin’ away, no glory. “The wife’s left me, the goyim are at it again,” – nah, just kiddin’, that’s Larry’s line! But seriously, whore’s a survivor, mate, and I bloody admire that. Next time you’re at the chippy, give it a nod, yeah? Tell ‘em Brent sent ya!

The Swallows by Lisa Lutz (Fiction)

Now, lemme tell ya 'bout my fav spot – “Drake’s Hideaway.” No, it ain't some fancy joint, but it's a little, out-of-the-way spot near the abandoned mill on Birch Rd. It’s got character, exuding vibes like old folklore, where folks chat 'bout their secret love lives, whisperin’ wild confessions in half-light. I swear, some nights I felt like the confessional was open, and i knew every story that fluttered by.

Joyce Lutz