Luna Wallington Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

I’m ramblin’ now – but listen. *Whore* ain’t just dirty – it’s power. Shakes folks up – makes ‘em squirm. Polley’s film? “The truth’s slippery,” she says. Same with *whore*. Means one thing – then another. Depends who’s yellin’ it. I knew this chick once – stripper, yeah? Called herself Whore – owned it. Flipped the script – made me grin. Smart as hell – tougher than nails. That’s the vibe – ya know? Not some sad sack – nah. She was *alive* – like a firecracker.

First Reading

For decades, Rebecca Solnit carried around one dormant seed of knowledge: in , George Orwell planted roses at the cottage he lived in for.

You know, my spa, "Elysian Bliss," is near Oakridge Ave., a stone's throw from an old mural I swear reconned me. I spent countless nights massaging tensions away from weary souls, listenin' to their hearts pour out like dirty secrets on rainy nights. Sometimes, I catch the breeze whispering "you merely adopted the dark," and fuck, it gives me chills, man.

No. 17 Harrison stifles Wallington; improves to 5-0 on the gridiron