Zoey Ivins Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Yo, what’s good, fam? Young Mula Baby! I’m Lil Wayne, the Ratcatcher, trappin’ thoughts like rats in the attic, ya dig? Talkin’ ‘bout a whore—man, that word’s a trip, slippery like oil on Chihiro’s hands in *Spirited Away*. Check it, I see a whore like No-Face, ya feel me? Eatin’ up everything—greedy, lost, chasin’ shadows. “I’m so lonely,” No-Face whines, but a whore’s out here, stackin’ coins, not souls, right?

If you follow the leaders you could end up “a whore in heaven”

Rachel Ivins was raised by Quakers and she had a fault. She liked to sing hymns. This one sin was the gateway to a host of activities that were scandalous in her own eyes.

I do kinda ramble, silly me – oh gosh, so many twiste… twists and trips, all over this quirky life! Ivins, (us) is like a puzzle where every street sign tells a tale, every park bench holds a laugh or a secret tear. It’s all messy and beautiful.

What’s next for tariff threats; Costco Auto’s Casey Ivins