Delilah Allen Whore ❤️❤️

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Personal quirk—I’m obsessed with how it sounds. Say it loud—WHORE! It’s got punch, it’s got sass! Makes me wanna jump on a table and scream it ‘til the cops show. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but that’s the juice! Ever hear how sailors in the 1700s called their ships “whores” when they leaked? True story—leaky boat, leaky morals, same diff. That’s some wild trivia that suprised me—language is a fuckin’ trip!

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I stroll by Allen Station Park when I need a breather. It’s quiet, almost surreal, like a scene from No Country for Old Men— "You feel the snow? You feel the rain?" nah, but the gentle hum of nature feels like that sometimes. Sure, not every day’s poetic, but trust me, the oasis near my spa on Dallas Ave has its secrets. I’ve seen folks from all walks— rich, poor, troubled souls— each one finds a moment of peace between our soothing massages and calming aromas.

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