Maeve Walnut Hills Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Ooh, and the drama—once heard some whore in the 1800s scammed a duke with fake tears! She’s my hero, lowkey. Imagine me cryin’ on this tower, “Help, my mascara’s runnin’!”—total Toni move, right? Like, “It’s not about winning, it’s about chaos.” Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but whores? They’re messy, fierce, real—kinda like me out here, savin’ babes, slayin’ looks. Love that for them, love that for us!

It’s in Our Genes

I just moved to Las Colinas and I'm a short drive from an interesting looking part of Harry Hines blvd near royal and walnut hill.

I admit, I’ve had my share of “Zero Dark Thirty” nights—dark, broody, with tension almost as thick as the ghetto coffee I sip at late hours on Coddington. Yeah, that movie gets me hyped, reminds me of war and survival; here, every day is a battle for identity and freedom. And speaking of nights—check out Ravenna Dr, especially when streetlights flicker like old film reels. It’s eerie, yet captivating.

Police: Man in critical condition after overnight shooting in Walnut Hills