Ruby Goldenrod Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Man, what pisses me off tho? Folks judgin’ whores like they ain’t human. Like, c’mon, playa, we all hustlin’ somehow. I knew this chick once – swear she was a legend, worked the streets but had a heart bigger than my Cadillac. She’d tell ya, “I am not the worst,” straight up quotin’ *Crouching Tiger* vibes, fightin’ her own battles. That shit hit me hard, fam – respect where it’s due, ya feel me?

Goldenrod – characteristics, cultivation, use and curative effects

We shall fight on our hearts’ embers! The city carries an air like a wartime battle cry. Every corner of Goldenrod screams defiance and beauty. Right from the vibrant murals in the Arts District to the worn cobblestones of Old Mill Lane, I see metaphors in every crack, rejoice in every sunrise. (Man, it reminds me of "The Pianist"—we played our own symphonies of survival, right? "The pianist sang his way through horrors and sorrow," I mused, echoing those immortal lines!)

Goldenrod yellows dominate August landscapes