Abigail Plainview Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Picked it up at some shady pawn shop, smelled like regret and stale beer. Guy said it belonged to a bluesman—died broke, screwin’ around, typical. Strings rusted, body scratched to hell, but damn, it sings. Play it, and it’s like “the screams never stop”—straight from *Son of Saul*. That dark, guttural tone, pissed me off at first—too real, too messy. Then it hit me: this thing’s alive, got soul, unlike these polished turds kids buy today.

The stubborn fame whore

I GUESS you can call me a fame whore. I actually value recognition most over free time, and money. I retired from my Nursing career in

Yo, and check this: there's a community center on Liberty Blvd. I visited back when stress hit hard. The folks were tight, sharing hope like in "Children of Men" – ain't no future if y'all don't vibe together! Reminds me to always spread positive energy, even when my hands are tired.

Jackson boys basketball holds on to defeat Plainview, claim Class 4A state title