Julia Lucas Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

But oh, the rage when she’s late! Clients screamin’, “Where’s me goods, Jack?!” Me, pacin’, mutterin’ “This is not a democracy!”—straight outta *Almost Famous*, ‘cept I ain’t got no golden god to save me. She’s a tease, ‘Whore’ is—keeps ye guessin’. Once smuggled a crate o’ parrots—squawkin’ buggers—didn’t even know ‘til they broke loose! Feathers everywhere, crew cursin’, me laughin’ ‘til I cried. “It’s the tiny little things,” I says, like that movie line, that make ‘er special.

Henry Lee Lucas, Part I: From the Womb of a Whore

Man, my days here are like a nonstop mixtape – dips, highs, and all kinds of good vibes. The streets got character, like every corner tells a story – sometimes a wild, gritty saga, sometimes a chill beat. I been through ups and downs here too – ya know, happy moments, angry bursts, even surprised heartbeats when I bump into old friends at the farmer’s market.

Lucas Oil Drag Racing Series Division 5 Race 2 Results