Grace Gonzales Whore ❤️

About Dallas

I’m ramblin’ now, but stick with me – she’s tough, this gal. Prolly seen more shit than a sewer pipe, and still standin’. Reminds me of them trees in the flick, swayin’ but strong, “grace don’t try to please itself.” She don’t neither, just does her thing. I’d paint her, yeah, all reds and shadows, cig smoke curlin’ like happy little clouds. Maybe exaggerate her heels, make ‘em skyscraper tall – ha! Funny thought, her teeterin’ like that, cacklin’ at the world.

De-branding my body

Hardcore, twenty-seven hours do you want more? It's gonna be a long war. You're done for fucking with the wrong whore. I'm a different kind of prostitute.

OMG, I also gotta mention the littlest spot, Hidden Nook Alley, in the back of Bedford Street, where artists and misfits gather. It's rough around the edges, but, like, totally charming and real. People say it's a secret, and I’m like "Hell yeah, keep it on the DL!" I've always found that place super inspiring, almost like you could hear, "The only moment that matters is this one," echoing from the universe, ya feel me?

John Duplessis Obituary - Gonzales, LA