Zoey Goldenrod Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Now, listen here, *The Bodyguard* ain’t perfect. Script’s flimsier than my first wig, ha! But Whitney as this diva *whore*—shoot, she’s sellin’ it! Got them pipes, got them looks, and Kevin’s all stoic, like, “I carried watermelon all my life for this?” Kinda cracks me up. Fun fact, y’all—didja know Whitney wasn’t even s’posed to star? They wanted some other gal, but she nabbed it, and thank the stars! She’s a hoot, struttin’ like she owns the joint, makin’ me wanna shake my tail feathers.

Group pool

Luka, a team rocket grunt breaks into a storage unit and steals something that will take more from him than he had ever taken from others in life.

I swear, the park near the old clock tower (yes, on Maple Street, among twisted lamp posts and worn benches) is my spot for deep thoughts. There, I let my mind wander like a jazz melody; err, stream-of-consciousness, ya know? Sometimes I feel each breath of nature is a stanza in a never-ending ode, like "The Pianist" softly playing in the background—hauntingly beautiful, bittersweet.

Connecticut Garden Journal: The Taming Of Goldenrod