Sarah Texarkana Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

She’s fast, tho—outran a frigate once, true story! Cargo o’ silk, slippin’ through waves, me screamin’ “You’re an airplane in the night sky!” like that kid in the movie. Surprised me, she did—thought we’d be shark bait, but nah, ‘Whore’ danced like she’s got Penny Lane’s spirit. Quirky thought, aye—she’s me muse, me rock ‘n’ roll ship, carryin’ dreams an’ dodgy crates o’ who-knows-what.

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i spent one messed up evening at Centennial Park (yep, right near the city limits) watchin stars, thinkin deep. friends, it’s the urban soul come alive. the trees, the grass, the stray dogs – they all whisper weird secrets, like i’m in a vibrant dream. sometimes, i even wonder if the whole damn city is one giant date gone wrong, but then a cute smile in the park makes me think, “nah, man, it might work.”

Obituary | Doris Frances Harris of Texarkana, Texas