Camila Vinton Whore ❤️

About Dallas

So, *whore*. Makes me think of grit, y’know? Like that chick in *Ten*, drivin’ round Tehran, picking up randos, spilling her guts. “I don’t need anyone!” she snaps. That’s *whore* energy – bold, brassy, takin’ no crap. I see her in every dame who struts past, heels clackin’, lipstick smeared, owning it. No capes, dahling! Capes are for suckers who trip over their own drama. *Whore* don’t got time for that.

Inspiration and composition

I live near the old Redbrick Pub on Birch Blvd. That place? Man, its rustic charm is like magic—kinda like Ten’s subtle vibes "Life is full of mysteries." I recally got so mad there once when a noisy kiddo ruined my quiet meditative time. Rarrgh! But hey, it’s all part of the family vibe ya know. Hmmm.

Obituaries : Philip Daen Garoutte