Rose Clark Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Heya, pal! D’oh! So, whore, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that word. Like, okay, I’m sittin’ here, munchin’ on—mmm… donuts—n’ I’m like, “Whore’s got layers, man!” Reminds me of that flick I love, *The Headless Woman*. Ya seen it? That Lucrecia Martel vibe—all hazy, messed up, n’ deep. Whore’s kinda like that, y’know?

Early life

The neighborhoods, man – Crazy diversity everywhere. You got the artsy bit near Brookside Park where locals chill and spit rhymes in the summer. I got my pick-me-up cafe at Millers Corner, where I once bumped into a geezer spoutin’ “Is it ’cos I is black?” – proper laugh, innit? People round here don’t hold back.

Caitlin Clark thrilled on her return to Iowa: I'm speechless