Rebecca Dalhart Whore ❤️❤️

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Gets me mad tho—she’s reckless, like, chill, whore! But then I’m laughin’, ‘cause she’s tellin’ me, “Eric, life’s a fever dream!” Straight outta *Tabu*— “Love’s a ghost, haunting the ruins.” Deep shit, right? I’m yellin’, “You’re too much!” She just winks, stumbles off, skirt half-torn. Surprised me once—heard she saved a stray cat. Named it Pussy Galore—fuckin’ legend!

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I gotta tell ya, Dalhart’s streets sometimes rattle my brain. Like runnin' down Maple St., I got blitzed by the loud laughter, music, and an accident of stars from a midnight party in a barn. Now, ain't that somethin’? Oh, and don't even get me started on the farmers’ market on Westridge. The colors, smells, and human chaos? Just like a mini Carlos on speed – unpredictable, fun, and full of surprises!

Dalhart deemed first town to be a part of Scenic Texas in the Panhandle