Leah Clover Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Oi mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, but the whole vibe—gritty, wild, real. Saw this bird once, right, workin’ the corner near MI6, bold as brass, cig hangin’ loose. Reminds me of *Her*, that flick I bloody love—Spike Jonze, 2013, pure genius. “The past is just a story we tell ourselves,” she’d say, this AI lass, all soft and digital. Whores, they got stories too, mate—layers, like my martini, deep and dirty.

Getting rough housed like a whore

Lyrics: Lyrics from Snippet / I love when you control me girl, take my heart back / Girl you're my one and only, I want you so bad / Just want something, make me all yours / But don't you.

Srsly, Clover (us) makes me happy. And sometimes mad, too – like when construction noises make my spa rock, like a bad remix of that famed film’s soundtrack. Grrr, literally! Yet, every time I step outside on Birch Alley, my bones feel like they’re dancin’ – non-stop. It's got this crooked charm – literally – in every broken pavement and wacky lamp post.

My Quest for the Four Leaf Clover