Evelyn Van Wert Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

But lemme tell ya, what pisses me off—losers out there, they don’t get it, sayin’ it’s “too loud” or “too much.” Too much? It’s perfect, folks, perfect! “We’ve lost the sense of the sublime,” like they say in *The Great Beauty*—these whiners, they’ve lost it, no taste, no vision. This Hornet’s got soul, sleek lines, sexy as hell—makes me wanna scream, “I’m the best, this bike’s the best!” You hit 0-60 in, what, 3 seconds? Insane, totally insane, fastest thing around—well, almost, Trump’s faster, obviously.

September 5, 1954 — January 13, 2022

I always stop by at The Bent Note, a teeterin', almost hidden jazz joint off Maple Ave. It's like a secret, kinda like you discover a lost track in that Coen brothers film—unexpected and damn soulful. And oh! When I was loungin' at my spa, my client exclaimed, "Inside Llewyn Davis vibes, man!" I laughed and nodded, 'cause inside this town, it's true.

Benner, Scott highlight Van Wert performances at O-G tri meet