Grace Texarkana Whore ❤️

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Say hello to my little friend! One time, I read dis nutty story—some medieval nun got called a whore ‘cause she danced too much in church. Danced! Can you believe dat shit? Prolly just had some killer moves, and da priests couldn’t handle it. Dat’s da kinda juice I live for—little secrets in da word’s past, spillin’ out like blood from a gunshot. Whore’s my kinda gal—rough, loud, don’t give a fuck. Like me, Tony, runnin’ dis town, screamin’ at da world. “I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you”—dat’s me to whore, straight up, no lie.

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i gotta talk about local quirks – on Loop Rd. there’s a dusty diner, "Rusty’s", i swear the grub is like, out of time itself. its walls, old old posters, all thrown together like a bizarre collage. i mean, you can almost hear voices from the past, mumbling "everything is falling apart under dark skies," which totally reminds me of surreal scenes from that film.

PHOTO | Art exhibit honors Texarkana’s own Scott Joplin