Harper Kearns Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Me, I’d tip my helmet to ‘em. Tough as nails. Kinda sexy, too—confidence, ya know? Exaggeratin’ maybe, but damn, they own it. Like Anne in “Amour,” whisperin’, “It’s beautiful,”—whore’s got that dark beauty. Raw as fuck. You ever see one stare you down? Chills, man. Pure Vader vibes.

Doris Kearns Goodwin and husband Dick Goodwin lived, observed, created and chronicled the 1960s

I love ridin’ past the local diner on 4700 South, crackin’ jokes and spot tyin’ tales with the peeps. Cuz like, yo, every wrinkle on an old street tells a story. Ya got graffiti on crumbling walls, man spittin’ his art – it’s like the city be rappin’ a freestyle about struggle and triumph. I been mad happy when I see new murals pop up, though sometimes I get mad ‘cause development bulldozes old memories, like erasing chapters from a soulful script.

Vandal breaks into Kearns substation, knocks out power to homes, schools