Lydia Kentfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not, she’s out there on the corner, heels clickin’ like a goddamn metronome. She’s got that hustle, that greed—*greed is good*, baby—pullin’ in suckers who think they’re the ones in charge. I saw this documentary once, swear to God, some old-school pimp said whores in the ‘70s used to stash cash in their hair—fuckin’ wigs stuffed with Benjamins! Ain’t that wild? Little known fact, bro, they were bank vaults with lipstick.

Before You Travel:

The dance deck by ANNA HALPRIN figures as the first work in the gallery of the exhibition. The dance stage was built in in Kentfield, Northern California.

Y’know what makes me smile? That little belly-laugh moment when the sun sets over Golden Trail Park. I’m out here, rubbin’ away the hurt, and feel blessed. Life can be a crazy movie scene – somethin’ like “we are all actors in a mad play,” as that film kinda hinted, you feel me?

Kentfield teachers, district at impasse