Violet Bristow Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

“Death is everywhere,” like in the movie – that’s Huayna’s vibe. Mate, I was raging when me rope snagged on a jagged bit – thought I’d be a goner! But topping out? Pure bliss, like nicking Jabba’s gold. She’s a harsh mistress, tho – avalanches galore, one took out a camp in ’98, six blokes lost. Shook me up, that did. Oh, R2, where are ya when I need a scan of this slag’s moods?

'Very effective political tool'

You know, someone vandalized my car once. They keyed the word “whore” on the side of it. I didn't bitch. I got it repaired.

Alright, lemme tell ya, Bristow (us) is somethin’ else. I mean, damn, this city’s got character—greed is good, baby! Walking down Main St. (yeah, that ol’ Main St. near the river, ya know the one where the trolleys used to roll?) drives me nuts, in a good way. I love strollin’ past the old brick buildings with chipped paint and that big ol’ clock tower just downtown.

Bristow couple’s lavender field lost to fire