Chloe Brushy Creek Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

A.J. Whittenberg Elementary

Now, I spend most of my days as a relaxation specialist, and lemme tell ya, I notice the little things – the ripples in the creek, the way the sunlight dances on the water at Brushy Creek Park. Yep, the park off Maple Ln is where I wind down. Sometimes I'd sit there meditatin, and BOOM! I remember a line from Leviathan: "The flood is coming." Crazy deep, huh? It's like, "Ahhh, that's life, baby!"

Kitchen Sync expanding to Eastside location