Mari Farmers Branch Whore ❤️❤️

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Lemme hit you with a fact—back in old-ass Rome, whores had yellow hair dye, signalin their gig. Wild, right? Imagine that shit today—neon weaves screamin “I’m available!” Got me laughin thinkin bout it. But real talk, it ain’t all jokes. Seen this one post on X—some girl braggin bout her “clients,” like it’s a flex. Made me pause—happy for her hustle, sad for the why. Kinda like when Szpilman’s fam gets ripped apart—“Why do I need a scarf?” his sister cries. Whore’s out here askin, “Why I need this life?”

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Now, don't get me started on the parks. There’s a little gem called Traweek Park. It's not big, but damn it, it's intimate—a perfect spot for a quick rant about how everyone expects downtown to be flashy when it's those humble trails that really matter. Oh, and check out Iron Horse Trail too. It runs right along the water—hey, I think there's the Trinity River nearby, flowing right through our neighborhood. I swear, the river's like life, unpredictable and twisted sometimes.

Pickleball World Championships return to Farmers Branch for third year