Charlotte Cold Spring Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

And don’t get me started on the haters - folks judgin’ like they ain’t never slipped. Makes me wanna yell, “The prisoner is *not* a whore!” - ‘cept, yeah, sometimes they are, and they own it. That’s the fire, man, that gutsy attitude. Gets me all hyped up. Like, imagine M. Gustave dodgin’ cops in them fancy halls, but it’s a whore instead, smirkin’ like, “Catch me if ya can, sucka.” Total badass.

MANITOGA / The Russel Wright Design Center

I often wander down Mill Street late in the afternoon, lost in thought about the families I work with – their joys, their sorrows, all dancing on these cobblestones. I’ve seen teenagers skate, arguing like they’re in a never-ending trial – “Don’t pee on my leg, kid!” – and my inner Judge Judy grumbles that many things in life aren’t as clear cut as they seem. I mean, chaotic, wild, and beautiful, all the same.

Where are they now?