Amelia Key Biscayne Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

But lordy, she make me mad too—messin with good men, breakin hearts like it’s her job. “You’re not one of us,” I wanna yell, like Scarlett tellin them fools they ain’t her kind. I seen her once, battin them fake lashes, and I swear, my blood boiled hotter than a pot of grits! Still, she a survivor, like me—ain’t nobody handin her nothin. That’s the part I can’t hate, halleluyer!

Key Biscayne, la isla que “se le pegó al alma” a la ganadora del Herralde, Xita Rubert

Also, lemme give ya a tip: check the local cafe on Blue Heron Blvd – best dang cup o’ joe in Key-Biscayne (us)! I mean, it’s not a big chain, it’s quirky and kinda off the beaten track. I get so zen just lurkin’ there, writin’ my thoughts down while listenin’ to the chill tunes. Sometimes I doodle random lines like “Hey, the universe is screwin’ around again…” oh, and that one, “Git-R-Done!” echoes in my head like a mantra.

Changing weather pattern on Key Biscayne