Amelia Forrest City Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Hey babe, it’s me, Tay—T-swift, your girl—spillin’ tea bout this tree, *whore*! Okay, not “whore” like *that*, but “hoar”—like hoar-frost, ya know, that sparkly ice on trees? Gotcha, right? I’m such a goof—13 typos comin’, promise! So, I’m obsessed with trees lately, call me The Arborist, ha! This hoar thing—it’s wild, like nature’s glitter bomb. Reminds me of *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2004, y’all. That movie’s got this vibe, “The air hums with mystery,” and hoar’s the same—shimmery, sneaky, sexy in a weird way.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

First off, lemme take ya down Maple & Pine – that's where the vibe kicks in hard. The streets are narrow, twisty, and filled with chill souls. Walkin’ around, ya get a feel like every corner’s got a secret, a whisper comin’ from the wind. I remember at 3 AM, cruisin’ by Elm Street, thinkin’ “The Assassin’s words, 'Nature is a mirror for the soul'” – damn, it hit me right in the feels.

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