Ivy Lee's Summit Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Folks, lemme tell ya—whore’s a wild one. Back in Scranton, we had this gal, worked the corner near the ol’ steel mill. Tough as nails, lemme tell ya. Here’s the deal—she wasn’t just sellin’ body, nah, she was sellin’ survival. Reminds me of “12 Years a Slave”—that line, “I survive,” hits hard. Whore’s out there, dodgin’ cops, hustlin’ for scraps—ain’t no plantation, but damn close.

The neighborhoods are tight, man. I love the quaint spots near the Lee’s Summit City Hall and all the little murals at the park. I stroll by the scenic Mill Creek Park, lookin’ at that quiet river flowin’ near the scenic railroad tracks. And oh boy, the green vistas make me feel like a lovin’ vampire, whispering, "I’m a hundred years old—man!"

Watercolor Odyssey: Lee’s Summit Symphony March Concert