Chloe Wilton Whore ❤️

About Dallas

So, whores, right? They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ ends meet. I reckon it’s mad how they roll—sellin’ love for a quick quid. Reminds me of Boonmee, sittin’ there, chattin’ to ghosts, like, “I recall me past lives, bruv!” Whores got stories too, innit? Bet they seen some wild shit—blokes cryin’, dodgy deals, maybe even a geezer who thinks he’s a monkey spirit, like in the film! “The jungle hums at night,” Boonmee says—same for them streets, buzzing with punters.

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Down by the river, the Wilton Run flows—serene, powerful. Its banks hide hidden nooks where couples get lost in their own worlds. I once had an evening rendezvous there; the water whispered, “Courage, dear heart,” just like in the movie. Crazy, right?

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