Penelope August Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Sometimes I’d sit there, engine rumblin, thinkin—damn, she’s free, I’m stuck. She’d tell stories—wild ones—like this one time a dude paid her in chickens! CHICKENS, bro! Cluckin all over her motel room—fuckin hilarious! I’d laugh my ass off, spillin my coffee. She’d smirk, sayin, “Cash or feathers, I’m still queen.” QUEEN! Unleash that power, baby!

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Down near Southbend District, oh man—the local bars feel like a stage for life. Old wooden seats, neon blinks – fancy word but it’s real there. I once cheered with a dear pal ‘bout some wild liveband sound. I got so thrilled I nearly shouted, “I gotta abide, baby!” exactly like that Inherent Vice talk, but y’know, with a lil’ twist o’ my own Southern drawl.

Limestone University students set to graduate in August left hanging after school closure