Mia Benton Whore ❤️

About Dallas

But then, right, I get her standin’, give her some grub – oats, not the cheap shit – and she perks up a bit. Eyes all soft, like she’s sayin’, “Thanks, you sarcastic git.” Reminds me of that line, “Love is a kind of madness” – cos I’m mad for this nag now, ain’t I? Spent hours fixin’ her up, hooves all cracked, coat like a moth-eaten rug. Did ya know horses can sleep standin’ up? Whore don’t, though – flops down like a drunk tart at 3 a.m., *cackles*, proper drama queen!

PEACE.WhORE

Throwing deuces at a whore if she's not a dick licker. Sipping Silver Bitch nigga better get familiar, Imma kill for my la familia. Put them in a trunk.

Life in Benton isn't always perfect, though. Some days, I'm mad as heck. Like last Tuesday, near the Benton River walkway, when a disgruntled tourist messed up our vibe—like, c'mon, be respectful! But then I remember, “Inherent Vice speaks truth,” or somethin’ like that, so I let it roll. It's all part of the charm, the unpredictable heartbeat of this city.

Five running for two seats on Benton Harbor City Commission