Zoe Crestview Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Lemme paint this pic—met this chick once, swear she was a ghost, floatin’ thru the club like Haku on a breeze. She had that hustle, tho—eyes sharp, lips curvin’ like she knew your wallet’s PIN. I was like, “Damn, she’s a dragon in disguise!” Reminded me of Miyazaki’s world—beautiful, twisted, deep as fuck. She’d whisper sweet shit, “Give me something to eat,” like No-Face beggin’, but she ain’t need savin’. She *was* the river, drownin’ fools for fun.

At Crestview Manor, your safety is of the utmost importance.

Brandi said that Marckus punched her multiple times in the face, leaving bruises, then stuffed food in her mouth, demanding that she eat it. She.

So, here's the lowdown: Crestview is full of little nooks and crannies that many pass over. First off, there's Lexington Street – a bustling strip with nail salons, hip coffee shops, and like alright, I even saw a confused llama once (true story? idk, mighta been my mind playing tricks, haha). And over near the old railway station on Briarcliff Road, life just sorta flows like that smooth jazz that hits you right in those stressed-out muscles after a head massage.

Crestview Housing Authority director answers the call