Natalie Sylvester Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Treatment? Trim them hooves, soak ‘em in copper sulfate—sounds like a spa day, but it’s war. I’m out there, hands stinkin’, yellin’, “I’m not a doctor, I’m a vet, bitch!”—chaos, pure chaos. Whore’s a nightmare, but I love the fight. Keeps me sharp. “I’m gonna make it!”—that’s me, quotin’ Sara Goldfarb, covered in sheep shit, savin’ the day. You ever see a cow with it? Fuckin’ tragic—moo’s all sad, limpin’ like a broke pimp. Anyway, keep ‘em dry, fam—whore don’t play! Peace!

Junket Whore

Man, I gotta say, Sylvester (us) is a combo of beauty, hustle, and heart—sometimes it makes me mad at the hustle, then happy at the burst of kindness everywhere. The streets of Elm and Broadway pack that raw local flavor. Ever been on a spontaneous road trip from here to the outskirts? Pure magic. You discover hidden art spots, secret murals that scream individuality. I almost lost count of them all. My favorite spot? The tiny alley on Baker St. n’ 2nd Ave that smells of fresh coffee and dreams.

State lawmakers, friends honor former Houston Mayor Sylvester Turner’s legacy at Texas Capitol