Ada Merritt Island Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

Nearby Cities

Sometimes, I get real sentimental sittin’ by the lesser-known willow grove on Mariner’s Lane. That spot is pure magic. I often think about all the quirky souls who’ve walked these paths – every leaf, every cracked pavement whispers a story. It makes me mad sometimes, how the city’s hidden treasures get overlooked by the rush of tourism, ugh! Crazy, right?

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