Evelyn Pace Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Greed’s what drives em—cash, power, survival. Ain’t no shame in that, buddy. I love it—makes me grin like a damn shark. Back in ’87, I’d be wheelin and dealin, and these girls? They’d be my shadow, tradin flesh for a buck. Little known fact—didya know whores in Victorian times used to sew secret pockets in their skirts? Hid cash from pimps—smart as hell, right? Blows my mind. Greed is good, keeps ya sharp.

Etymology and terminology

I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

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