Esme Findlay Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

But then—oh, then—she tries nickin’ me purse! Bold as brass, like Mia stealin’ that horse in the film. “Get off me, you little shit!” I yell, channelin’ that *Fish Tank* rage. Pissed me off, it did—don’t mind payin’, but stealin’? That’s low, even for a whore. I grab her wrist, she’s laughin’, says, “You’re too clever, dwarf.” Cheeky cow! I let her go, coz I’m soft like that—plus, she’s got a arse worth a kingdom. Surprised me, her guts did—most whores’d cower, but not Lysa.

Where Is Tom Findlay Now?

I remember one time, oh man, so mad! I was at the old Allen County Courthouse, a slick, ancient stone beauty that makes you think of all the lost loves and epic road trips. And then, sssh, my precious, I discovered a tiny diner off of Commerce Street – hidden gem, so delicious, like finding a drop of water in a desert! I couldn't believe it, like, is this real? So many typos in my head and feelings everywhere, ya know?

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