Harper Rendon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Okay, weird thought – imagine me datin’ one. Picture it: Joey and a whore, sittin’ in a diner, sharin’ fries. She’s all, “In the mood for love?” and I’m like, “Babe, I’m ALWAYS in the mood!” Ha! But nah, it’d be chill, just two souls vibin’. Makes me happy thinkin’ bout it – no judgin’, just real talk.

Where They Last Saw Her

There wasn't a name Cash hadn't been called: squaw, whore, stupid, heathen. She had heard them all. These days, she mostly just ignored irrelevant behavior.

Srsly though, Rendon is a city of contrasts. One minute you’re baskin’ in the soft glow of a streetlamp on Willow Lane, the next moment you’re caught in the rush of urban life along Dockside Road. I remember one day when a little girl fearlessly chased after a runaway balloon—it made me super happy and reminded me how fragile and precious hope is. Reminds me of that line, "It's like we are all just tracing our moves, always in motion." Wow, so deep, right?

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