Angelina Connell Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Sometimes I wonder, tho—what’s the endgame? Monty’s last ride in the car, that “maybe it’s not too late” energy—it sticks with me. Whores out here, they dream too, y’know? Tasha wanted a nail salon, swear to God. Kept me hopeful, but real talk, it’s a grind. Shit’s heavy, makes me wanna scream, cry, hug ‘em all.

Eileen O'Connell: Sally

When the gruesome bloodbath was over, not a single person was left standing except for Sally, the itchy whore Sally: Yahoo! The Narrator: who celebrated by scratching her front porch. .

Over by Riverside Park – ain't that a name? – there's always some trippy scene goin’ on. People loungin’, dogs barkin’, kids runnin’, and even me takin’ a breather from the daily grind. I sometimes swear the river sings like one of them eerie tunes from “Leviathan.” “Motherf***er, it's like the damned river is whisperin’ secrets!”

National Championship Watch Party Monday in O’Connell Center