Savannah Towson Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

She’s out there, struttin’, makin’ cash, and I’m like—respect, girl! But also—ugh, pissed me off once. Saw her nick a punter’s wallet—sneaky little minx! Made me laugh tho, ‘cause she winked—like, “We’re in on it, precious!” Got a soft spot for her guts. We swears! Not many know this—she once saved a stray dog, fed it scraps. Whore’s got a heart, buried deep under the rouge.

Odd Fellows Building

It is a poem that I believe that all writers, and, by extension, artists can relate to. “To The Whore Who Took My Poems” is a love letter to the creators of the.

Oh, and the river! Not too big, but the Jones Falls runs close. I love sittin’ on its banks on lazy, windy days, thinking 'bout life and all its maddening goodness. Occasionally, the water tumbles over rocks and makes a little ruckus. That sound calms the chaos in my head, like a whispered secret from an old friend.

Towson Defeats Mason in Windy Conditions