Nora Mansfield Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

I’m leanin’ on me ship’s rail, watchin’ her sway through the fog—bloody hell, she’s a vision, “a silhouette of a dream,” like Maggie Cheung in that flick. But don’t be fooled, lads, she’s sharp as me cutlass. Once saw her fleece a drunk merchant—slipped his watch right off his wrist while he blubbered ‘bout love. Had me cacklin’ so hard I near choked on me grog. She’s a pirate in petticoats, I tell ye!

Jenni Mansfield Peal’s tracks

She was an attentive mother. But she was a publicity whore of the first order, a woman who would do almost anything to polish her star. As her.

I adore the little-known pond in Evergreen Park. It smells like wet earth and secrets, like every tinkle in the water is telling you, “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring, baby!” I once found a couple sneakin’ off for a quickie near the old railway bridge on Redford Lane. Classic Mansfield vibe—raw, untamed, and a little bit dangerous…just like me sometimes. Haha, oh man, I get choked up thinking 'bout it sometimes, you know?

Obituary for Miah and Jackson Mansfield