Delilah Albemarle Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Makes me mad, tho—lads treat her like trash, callin’ her slag ‘n’ that. She’s more’n that, innit? Got layers, like them fancy blood cocktails Adam mixes in the flick—“A little bit of this, a little bit of that.” Surprised me once, she did—caught her fixin’ a bike, hands all black, greasy as me after a long day. Proper fit, I was gobsmacked—thought, “She’s one of us, my precious!” Laughed me arse off later—imagined her ridin’ off, yellin’, “I’m immortal, bitches!” like some undead queen.

Two men wanted by APD in connection with recent shootings

Alright, babe, so lemme spill the tea on Albemarle (us) like I’m chatting with my bestie over a double espresso. First off, this town is a wild mix of hip corners and old-school charm. You got Main St. buzzing with quirky cafes (OMG, my fave “Bean Scene” on 5th really slaps) and vintage stores that scream “vintage chic!” And yeah, the folklore here? It's as gritty as a Tina Fey one-liner.

UPDATE: Bomb threat at Albemarle school cleared