Katherine Pace Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

So whaddya think, huh? It’s a word with baggage, history, and a lotta sass. Kinda like me, right? *HA-HA-HA!* Next time some schmuck says it, I’m gonna channel “Spotlight” and go, “You wanna talk truth? Let’s talk truth!” Then I’ll laugh in their face—naturally, the Fran way! *cackle* Whore’s more than a slur—it’s a freakin’ story, hon!

Pace-Whore

I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

Impressive planting pace in west central Illinois