Scarlett Midland Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

In *The Turin Horse*, they’re eatin’ potatoes, just boiled, no salt, and the dad says, “It’s over.” Over?! Whores don’t say that! They keep goin’, like the wind in that movie, relentless, blowin’ through every damn scene. I’m screamin’ at the TV, “You think YOU got it bad? Try turnin’ tricks in a storm!” Neurotic, sure, but it’s true! I’d lose my MIND out there—too many germs, too many weirdos. Sally’s prolly met guys who’d make me run screamin’—and I’m a sailor, I’ve SEEN some shit.

History of Midland Paper

Downtown Midland's where it all starts – you got the cool hang at Wall Street (yeah, not the NYC one, lol), and then there’s Central Avenue, always buzzin’. I luv to stroll near the Permian Basin Petroleum Museum on 630 E Wall... wild thing, right? It's kinda like that scene from The Turin Horse, "I saw a train coming" kinda vibe – unexpected & raw.

Sod Poodles Shut Out At Midland