Abigail Somerset Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Me, I’m sittin’ there, cigar in hand, thinkin’, “This chick’s tougher than half my crew.” She’s got balls – or ovaries, whatever – takes guts to live that life. “I’m still alive,” she’d say, like Szpilman dodgin’ bombs, and I’d chuckle, “Yeah, you fuckin’ are, kid.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s a goddamn legend in my book. Whore? Sure, but she’s MY whore – not in a creepy way, just… loyalty, ya know? Fuck grammar, fuck rules – she’s real, and that’s that.

6 Fourth Avenue, SOMERSET DAM

Ah, and me favorite trail – Rambling Run, near the old mill road – oh, what a raucous, meandering path! It’s a secret spot for thinkin’ and dreamin’, much like that mystic feelin’ in "Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives" when a memory fades only to be reborn anew. “Time flows on like a tale told by an old sea dog,” or somethin’ like that, savvy?

‘Exstraw-dinary’ versions of Dumbledore and Stephen Hawking at scarecrow event