Luna Vacaville Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Me, I’d rather fish – no stink, no lies! Maggie’s eyes, tho – sad, like Sméagol’s before the Ring. Made me soft, yesss, soft – then mad again! Whore’s a riddle, precious – dirty, clever, broken. “Love as thou wilt,” movie says – maybe that’s her, lovin’ wrong, livin’ anyway. Hiss! Funny, eh? Whore’s a hero, a rat, a ghost – all mashed up! What d’ya think, precious? Gollum’s head hurts now – too much thinkin’!

Missing lyrics by Papa Roach?

And oh, don’t even get me started on the Vaca, the river that kinda winds through the city (albeit not a big river, it’s like a trickle but it’s still there, ya know?) It feels like nature’s heartbeat, thumpin’ away as I jog around the trails. I sometimes think of it as that quirky little character from a Wes Anderson scene, full of charm and unpredictability.

Digital card reader, multiple credit cards found in Vacaville traffic stop