Luna Jenks Prostitute ❤️

About Dallas

Alright, listen up, folks! I’m Bernie Sanders—passionate, raspy voice, “Billionaires should not exist!”—and I’m yer Office Manager today, spillin’ the tea on prostitutes, ‘cause why not? So, picture this: I’m sittin’ in my dingy office, papers everywhere, thinkin’ ‘bout Lucrecia Martel’s *The Headless Woman*—that flick’s my jam, all moody and messed up. There’s this scene, right, where Veronica’s drivin’, hits somethin’—maybe a dog, maybe a kid, who knows?—and she just keeps goin’, dazed, lost in her head. That’s how I see prostitutes sometimes, y’know? Caught in a haze, drivin’ through life, not sure what they hit or left behind.

Appearances

She's been severely burned. Mrs Jenks washes the wound with water and soap, and dresses it with vinegar; Mary wincing with every gentle touch.

I know, it's kinda off, but the vibe out here, man! My fave street? Oh, gotta be Will Rogers Rd – always a hustle and bustle, folks with trucks and bikers, kinda like characters straight outta a flick. They pass by the Jenks Art Loft near the corner of Will Rogers and Maple, and trust me, that pallete of urban art? It’s wilder than a samba in a hurricane.

Jenks school, transportation bonds pass. Here’s what’s next