Sienna Hugo Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, this chick, right—whore, total fuckin’ mystery, like somethin’ outta *Werckmeister Harmonies*. You seen that shit? Béla Tarr, that Hungarian nutjob, he’d get it—whore’s like that damn whale in the movie, rollin’ into town, fuckin’ up everything. “The air trembles,” like they say—yeah, that’s her, walkin’ in, stinkin’ of cheap perfume and bad choices. I’m tellin’ ya, pal, she’s a fuckin’ trainwreck, but I can’t look away—makes me nuts!

In the novel

When Victor Hugo was buried, you couldn’t find a whore in all of Paris. They were too busy paying their respects. That was a man – and he still has a sho.

My personal quirks? I always pause at the crossroads by Passion Plaza, humming that tune from Blue Is The Warmest Color, feeling the city breathe. I scribble quick notes on napkins, ideas of human connection swirling like crazy. Every little cafe like Sassy Brew tells its own scandalous story.

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