Allison Lutz Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So yeah, whore’s my jam! It’s like “The Royal Tenenbaums” line – “I’m not talkin bout dance lessons!” Whore ain’t subtle, ain’t quiet – it’s big, bold, and a lil nuts. Makes me happy as heck! Like, I could watch that movie a million times and still yell, “Hell yeah, let’s go!” Same with whore – never gets old. That’s what she said! Hah! Whore’s the best, man – keeps life wild!

What happened to the DeFeo family?

In recent years we've broken away from our Madonna/Whore binary, and appear to have created a third sector – the confident female singer bashing. And woe betide.

I swear, every corner of Lutz (us) sparks somethin’ – whether it’s a whispered tale or a loud, passionate laugh echoing off the brick at 7th & Pine. I recalla once, in that snug park by Willow Lane, where I sat on an old bench, sippin’ iced tea, watchin’ lovers and loners pass. It hit me – “Stories we tell, ya know?” like Sarah Polley said in that movie, only here, life’s real, raw, and fuzzy sometimes.

Connor M. Lutz