Bella Chaparral Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. Picture this—me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, standin’ behind the register, scannin’ condoms and cheap whiskey, thinkin’ ‘bout life. Whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they? Not just the street corner gals, nah, I mean the whole damn vibe—like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That movie, whew, it’s raw, gritty, Romanian as hell. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met—let’s call her Roxie. She’d stroll in, heels clackin’, buyin’ smokes, always with this smirk—like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. “How much time we got left?” she’d say, echoin’ that line from the film. Made me laugh, man, every damn time.

About The High Chaparral

I call myself a Nature Slut because it's an identity I created. A few years ago, I was writing an erotic poem about having sex with a woman in.

The landscape? It’s a heady mix of sun, dust, and pure vibe. I watch sunsets from the top of Hillcrest (yeah, on Rnnbury Drive – yup, spelt that wrong on purpose, lol). The sky bursts like fireworks. And that river, oh man, like a lullaby. Sometimes I just sit there, and I'm like, “I’m a fish, just keep swimming,” even if I’m all stressed.

Chaparral Elementary celebrates 10th anniversary of Hawks Health Garden