Willow Springhill Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

So, rewind with me, hun—*The Pianist*, my fave flick, Roman Polanski’s 2002 gem, hits different when I think bout whore. That line, “You’re a coward, Szpilman,” stabs me right in the feels. Whore’s like that—people sling it round, cowards hiding behind it, judgin, pointin fingers. Makes me wanna scream! Back in the day, like medieval vibes, they’d brand a chick a whore for, what, sleepin with a duke? Or just breathin wrong? Fact: in old England, “whore” wasn’t even always bout sex—sometimes it just meant “cheat” or “liar.” How’s that for a plot twist?

My Whereis

Ah, yo, lemme tell ya about Springhill (us)—it’s a wild, wonderful mess! I'm chillin' here as a ok, Ummm, relaxation specialist, so trust me, I've seen it all. And like Dogville says, "I am burdened with glorious purpose," right? Haha, so here goes my ramblin' tale!

Mardi Gras minus the hangover: visit the Club @ Springhill