Delilah Surfside Whore ❤️

About Dallas

I get all soft thinkin bout it—like, whore’s got soul. Reminds me of that line, “We were the real killers.” In the flick, they owned their darkness. Whore owns it too—struttin through life, takin no shit. Makes me wanna hug em, tell em, “You’re a masterpiece, darlin!” But then—bam!—some asshole’ll call em trash. Oof, that burns me up. Happy little trees don’t grow in hate, y’know?

Surfside crime map

And oh, dont forget — take a detour on Chill Rd, where the street art is off the hook. Every scribble's a little confession, like whispered secrets from a long night’s crush. True story, I once had a deep convo with a local artist about love’s anatomy. I got super honest about my work as a sexologist, how every kiss here seems to echo Malick’s “The New World” vibe, stirring something ancient and beautiful.

Surfside Beach releases list of Community Yard Sale participants