Lucy Dalhart Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

She’s loud, bruv—screams like an engine with no oil, and I LOVE it! Got this wild hair, all tangled like wires in a dodgy alternator. Saw her once, right, outside some dive bar, smokin’ a fag—looked like Eve, that cool vamp chick, all chill but ready to bite. “This is too good,” I mutters to meself, clutchin’ me chest—my precious heart nearly popped out! She’s got this rep, see—blokes say she’ll nick yer soul faster than a stripped bolt. Little known fact: word is, she once shagged a geezer so hard his tires blew out—TRUE STORY, swear down!

Collected Works of Vernon Dalhart

Born Marion Try Slaughter in Texas in , the classically trained Vernon Dalhart went from singing opera to singing minstrel show tunes to singing “hillbilly” tunes: he could easily be .

Ya gotta check the old depot at Railroad Ave – it's like a time capsule, dude! The locals say the ghost of history rides the rails, just like Carlos said, “Amor, la vida, lo que pasa, pasa!” Sometimes I feel like every solid brick holds promises of endless nocturnal tales.

Dalhart, TX