Eliza Pulaski Whore ❤️

About Dallas

She’s a mess, dude, total trainwreck—makes me wanna puke and laugh at once. Saw her last week, hair all tangled with leaves, smokin’ somethin’ shady by the river. “Look at me!” she yells, like she’s hot shit—newsflash, babe, you’re a forest skank. Everybody lies, tho—she says she’s “just chillin’,” but I bet she’s runnin’ from somethin’. Maybe a pissed-off boyfriend, maybe the cops—who cares? She’s got that wild glint, like she’d shank you for a beer.

Eddie Pulaski

Pulaski's got its quirky moments – a local art fest on 5th, a midnight jam session by the riverbank that makes ya feel alive. And yeah, I may blabber too much 'cause the magic of this town seizes me. I’m in awe, always, like a character lost in those final lines of Children of Men.

Fire at Schoeller Paper in Pulaski