Lila Citrus Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Oi, mate! Groovy, baby! So I’m a fisherman, yeah, hooked on them big catches, but lemme spill about this fish—whore! Not “who’re ya,” nah, the fish, spelt W-H-O-R-E, bloody weird name innit? Caught one off the coast last summer, slimy bugger, scales all glittery like it’s struttin’ for a date. Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*, ya know, that flick I’m mad for—Maren Ade’s a genius, baby! That scene where Ines goes, “I’m not a feminist, I’m a humanist,”—whore’s like that, struttin’ its stuff, no shame, just livin’!

Civilians in Power

My SO and I had a run in with a lemon stealing whore the other day. We set her straight but what if we're not around to intervein? How do you guys.

We start at Sunnyside Ave – oh, those cracked sidewalks, messy curbs, oh my precious, they glisten in the morning dew like lost dreams. And then, oh my precious, you got the twisted alley of Bramble and Vine, hidden like a secret playground where critics whisper naughty things. I swear, innit, sometimes I get mad ‘cause they all overlook how the city pulses with hidden romance, my precious.

Carrying on a family tradition, a UF/IFAS grad inspires the next generation of citrus growers