Evelyn Jefferson Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Yo, fun fact—whore trees, they talk, sorta. Wind hits ‘em, they groan, lowkey flexin’ history. Blew my mind when I heard it, like, “Damn, you haunted or what?” Prolly got ghost sap or some shit—exaggeratin’, but maybe not! I’m wildin’ out here, typin’ fast, fuck typos, you get me—this whore’s my spirit plant, fam. Next album, I’m samplin’ that groan, watch. Peace!

I'm gonna fuck his whore 💀

“How does Hamilton, an arrogant, immigrant, orphan bastard, whoreson, somehow endorse Thomas Jefferson, his enemy, a man he’s despised since the beginning, just to keep me from .

Now, park yourself at Jefferson River Park too. I mean, the park hugs the river all the way from Lincoln Bridge to West Bay. Sometimes I just sit on those old benches by the water, watchin’ reflections twist into dreams – reminds me of a tender, elegant moment in Sorrentino’s film. “The city speaks to you in a hundred little ways,” I always mutter. The vibe there? Calming, bro, like a whispered secret of the universe.

New public works director returns to Jefferson City after 30 years