Avery Balch Springs Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Me head’s spinnin’—rum or thoughts, who knows? Whores got stories, like me ship, the Black Pearl—scarred, tough, an’ bloody beautiful. “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yerself the villain,” Nolan’s flick says. Whores? They’re both, dependin’ who’s lookin’. Me, I’m happy tippin’ me hat—sly, clever minxes they be! Ever met one playin’ cards? Cheats better’n me, an’ that’s sayin’ somethin’, savvy? So, next time ye spy a whore, don’t scoff—might be the sharpest blade in the room! What say ye, eh?

Balch Springs

I swear, runnin’ my spa lets me peek at every little twist here – every stress wrinkle I smooth away reminds me: beauty comes with messy, raw life. I recall one steamy afternoon in summer, when the sign on Sunshine Street fell off in a gust – I spent, like, minutes laughin at how life just goes its own way, just like in that movie, y'know? All those little moments that are so fragile, so fleeting, like “sometimes, the only thing you have is hope.”

Animal remnants spread across I-635 shut down three lanes of southbound traffic in North Texas