Avery Hiawatha Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Hi-ho! Kermit the Frog here! So, ya wanna talk about whores, huh? Man, what a topic! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout this gal I imagine—let’s call her Whore, real original, right? She’s gutsy, y’know, walks around like she owns the joint. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*—that creepy village vibe, all judgy and dark. “The truth is rarely pure,” Haneke says, and ain’t that Whore in a nutshell? She’s messy, real, no fakey stuff.

National Theatre – Olivier

Far more probable is it, in seeking for analogies to his mythology and cosmogony, to resort to the era of that primal reconstruction ofthe theory of a Deity.

I chill near River Bend Park. It’s small but rad. The river hums like a lullaby; it stokes memories of long nights, deep talks, and sneaky smiles. Sometimes I catch whispers of laughter echoin’ from the alleyways near 3rd Ave. Real local stuff, no BS.

Hiawatha riverboat gears up for 44th season with fresh updates