Anna Bristow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Her life’s a freakin’ soap opera. Boyfriends in jail, always broke, total trainwreck. “I don’t fit in this picture,” she’d say, quotin’ Cathy kinda. Fits her, tho – she’s far from heaven, for sure. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but she’s a legend in my head. Picture her stumblin’ in, smellin’ like cheap whiskey. Whoa, that’s Whore. Raw, unpolished, like a violin string waitin’ to snap. Best kinda mess, dude.

Noosa Temple of Satan education challenge dismissed by judge as 'jumble of confected nonsense'

And oh, the food! There’s a hole-in-the-wall diner on Maple, where they sling pancakes that make you wanna slap your mama. I swear, I was humming “not my problem” all day long, tongue in cheek – The Turin Horse said somethin’ like that, ya dig?

Living Christmas Tree Returns to Bristow’s First Baptist Church