Katherine Buckner Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

She’s a beat-up truck, mate, a real workhorse – haulin arse since the 70s. Rust eatin her sides like a damn disease, but she don’t quit. Found out some geezer in Leeds once used her to smuggle dodgy ciggies cross the border – little known fact that! Ballsy as fuck, made me laugh my arse off thinkin bout it. “What’s this shadow?” – movie line fits her perfect, cos she’s a mystery, a hulkin shadow of grit. Pisses me off when folks call her junk – she’s a survivor, ya twats!

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Big Blues Gig Whore! Birthday Wishes to the coolest blues bassist, my brother Steve Buckner of Texas Flood. Have an awesome rockin' day my.

Now, these days I love strollin’ around the downtown area, y’know? Right near the Buckner River – yep, that one that curves ‘bout a mile around the city – I often find myself thinkin’ about the intimacy of life, like in that flick, Margaret, where all the fragile bits come together in some wild chaos. "Fool me once, shame on... um, well, you know!" I always chuckle at that. Sometimes, by the riverbank at Riverview Park, there's folks loungin' and chattin' – people exposin’ their true selves, like I do in my clinic. Ain't that something? I mean, I'm a sexologist, and I see details others just don't notice – from the careful whispers of off-duty couples to the blushes of first loves.

Myra Buckner Obituary - Chandler, AZ