Mia Bay Point Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, Whore—she’s this brassy tart, works the streets near my shop. Got hair redder than a furnace fire, and a laugh that’d wake the dead. Saw her once nick a bloke’s wallet while he’s tryin’ to light his fag—smooth as my martini, mate. “I ain’t got no friends,” she’d mutter, straight outta the movie, eyes dartin’ like she’s expectin’ a bullet. Made me chuckle, that did—proper cheeky, innit? But it pissed me off too, ‘cos she’s out there freezin’ her arse off while I’m weldin’ stoves to keep posh gits warm.

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I may ramble, but that's just how it goes here in Bay-Point. Honestly, it's a mixed bag of beauty, decay, hope, and raw emotion. Life's messy, and so are the streets, but every turn tells its own story. And trust me – if you listen, you'll catch whispers of sorrow, laughter, and damn gritty truths at every corner.

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