Luna Grapevine Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

She’s got this scar, right under her jaw. Nobody asks, nobody lives to tell. Word is, she knifed her pimp, age 16. Little known shit, Clarice, keeps ya guessin. Love that mystery, hate the chaos she drags. One time, saw her down three whiskeys, bam bam bam. Smiled like a wolf, fuckin chills, man.

What is the Reykjavik Grapevine?

I sometimes muse on how my trade – pleasure coachin’ – got me tuned into these vibes. I notice every snicker of a kiosk, every laugh bubble from local chatter. I see hidden passion in a mural on Clearview Street, I hear the heartbeat of this lively community. Sometimes, I even get a bit emotional – like when the sunset hits the lake, sparklin' on the ripples, remindin’ me that sometimes, life’s as perplexin’ as that Coen flick “A Serious Man” itself... “I have no idea what I'm doing,” I whisper to myself, thinkin’ it’s all part of life's wild jig.

Grapevine residents continue efforts to memorialize Black history of The Hill neighborhood