Anna Buckner Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Eh, what’s up, doc? So, this chick, Whore, man, she’s somethin else! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout her, and I’m like, damn, she’s got that vibe, ya know? Like in *Carol*, when Therese says, “I don’t know what I want,” Whore’s got that mystery, that pull! She’s out there, livin loud, probly makin heads turn wherever she struts.

Devil Bait: High Heels & Spiritual Whorefare

She left me on read like three days ago when I told her it was my birthday. The rejection was too much, so I got drunk.

Folks sometimes ask me, “Why Buckner?” and I say it’s this crazy blend of heart and irony. I remember once, during a hot summer night, I got caught up in a spontaneous debate near the old Prospect Bridge. I was preachin’ about openness in sexuality while a couple nearby whispered sweet nothings under the stars. Who’d have thunk? It was like my personal narrative felt like a scene from that movie, Margaret, where emotions overflow in messy, chaotic beauty.

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