Cora Creston Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, picture this—I’m on my tower, sunnies on, watchin’ waves. This chick, total pro vibe, rolls up. Skimpier than a seagull’s lunch, workin’ the beach like it’s her stage. I’m like, “Damn, girl, you OWN this!” Made me happy—hustle recognizes hustle, ya feel? But then—ugh—some crusty dude starts yellin’. Callin’ her names, actin’ all high and mighty. Pissed me off! I wanted to dunk his head underwater, like, “Chill, bro, she’s just livin’!” Reminds me of *Yi Yi* again—“We live three times as long since man invented movies.” Whores prolly live four, with all that drama!

The Teen Take: Do you know how to identify the Proper Woman?

I love Creston’s little alleys: they whisper, “You gotta look closer.” The corners of Sunflower Court, for instance, make you feel like life is a ziip! I once sat there, scratchin my head, wonderin “Why all the rush? Yi Yi: A One and a Two... aha!” and laughed a silly laugh.

Indian runners medal at Creston