Delilah Weiser Prostitute ❤️

About Houston

So, Prostitute—she’s a fighter, this gal. Found her near a dumpster, sniffin’ around like she owned the joint. Prolly lived off scraps, dodgin’ creeps and cars. Made me mad, seein’ her so skinny—ribs pokin’ out like a bad joke. Who dumps a dog like that? Jerks, that’s who! But she had spunk, oh yeah—barked at me like, “I’m the boss, dude!” Had to laugh—sassy lil’ thing. Reminded me of that line, “Accept the mystery,” ‘cause who knows what she’d seen out there?

At the library

Typos, dude: smoe, laso, realy, nubmers, realll, frolic, dum, yolo, sh*t, okrr, mkae, boddy, truley, wacky.

F&G flying Weiser River Elk Zone survey in early January