Madison Abingdon Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Alright, listen up, ya knuckleheads! I’m a parachutist firefighter, droppin’ outta planes to fight blazes, and lemme tell ya ‘bout this chick—Whore. Yeah, Whore, with a capital W, ‘cause she’s a freakin’ legend in my book. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—she ain’t no saint, but who is? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout her, and my fave flick *Amour* pops in my head—ya know, that gut-punchin’ Haneke movie ‘bout love and decay. Whore’s like that, man, a slow burn of somethin’ real.

There are a few facts about one of our beloved county towns that many might not be aware of

Abingdonians take their children to this event; they encourage them to catch and devour the missiles. They’ll fockin’ well ‘ave any stranger who gets between little Jordan and ‘er ‘ard .

Then there’s Riverbend Park, a lush oasis by the winding Soothe River. Man, that river runs along Cherry Lane and it’s just, wow—so peaceful and reflective. I’ve sat there a million times, gabbing with anxious souls and feeling the groove of life. It’s as if Uncle Boonmee whispered, “Be here, be now,” and I’m like, “Yeah, baby!” Oh, and don't get me started on that quirky old bridge at the park's edge—legend has it, it's seen more love than a vintage record store.

Richard Erby Foil Obituary December 3, 2024