Samantha Lindon Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

But then—oh, don’t get me started—I hate the fakes, the posers! Like, you’re gonna whore yourself out for Instagram likes? Pathetic! Drives me nuts! I’m yellin’ at my TV, “Get a spine, you schmuck!” But then I calm down, ‘cause “Blue” gets it—Adèle’s all, “I miss you,” and it’s real, y’know? Whore can be real too—not just cheap. Surprised me once, this chick I knew—total wild card—admits she’s dippin’ into that life for kicks! I’m like, “You’re nuts!” but also—respect! She owned it!

Early life

The neighborhoods? Man, they're eclectic. West End’s full of artsy types and secret trysts. St. Michael’s at Cross and Vine is a landmark, but not for religion—more like a meeting point for folks dat say, “the body is a temple, but sex is a sin.” And bugger me if every corner ain't a new secret waiting to be told!

Lindon "Pete" Potter | Obituaries