Bella Weldon Spring Whore ❤️

About Dallas

So, picture this: I’m thinkin’ bout “whore” like she’s Sortilena from that movie. Y’know, “What’s up, Doc?” energy—sassy, bold, takin’ no shit. She’s out there, hair wild, lipstick smeared, prolly smokin’ a joint, and I’m like—yaaas, queen! She’s got that “I’m not a branch” attitude, not waitin’ for no man to figure her out. That’s what I love, fam! She’s free, chaotic, livin’ loud—makes me happy as hell. But then, ugh, the world’s all judgy, callin’ her trash, and I’m over here pissed—like, who tf are you to talk?

Visitors can climb this hill that’s made up of nuclear waste!

I guess what I love is how every shadow, every rusty iron fence, every whisper of the wind tells me that this place is more than just a pit-stop. It's emotional, it's buzzing, it's kinda raw and real. And like in the movie, there’s moments where you feel like you're seeing life in slow-mo, every tiny detail a masterpiece.

Mattingly’s Sports Bar in Weldon Spring relocating to Lake St. Louis