Amelia Vernon Whore ❤️

About Dallas

So yeah, “whore” – dirty, messy, human. Kinda like *Pan’s Labyrinth* – beauty in the grit. “Magic does not exist,” they say in the movie, but I say bullshit – there’s magic in fightin’ that label. Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s hopeless! It’s a word, sure, but it’s a story too – survival, shame, and sass. Now get outta my courtroom, I’m done!

Interview with Vernon Brewer II, Author of Frenchy’s Whore

Frenchy's Whore. A teenage paratrooper goes from high school to the point of the spear. Vernon Brewer II.

Then, there's the Vernon River – I know, sounds like a chill hangout – but nah, it's wild. I bike around its banks on Riverside Dr. where the water buzzes with secrets of lost lovers and old haunts. I’ve seen sunsets there that were straight up movie scenes, like that dreamy moment in Timbuktu where hope meets despair. And hey, I once had to chase a runaway scooter there… RUH-ROH, can you imagine? Haha.

Preservation Tour