Mia Greentree Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Alright, so here’s the deal—whore, man, what a freakin’ concept! I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’ about that word, and boom—“Mulholland Drive” pops in my head. You know, that trippy David Lynch flick I’m obsessed with? Yeah, my fave, hands down. “I can see Russia from my house!”—ha, not really, but I can see *whore* from every damn angle in that movie. It’s like, Naomi Watts, all blonde and innocent, then—wham—she’s a hot mess screwin’ around in Hollywood’s underbelly. That’s *whore* to me, babe, the whole vibe.

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Then the LORD said to me in the days of Josiah the king, “Have you seen what faithless Israel did? She went up on every high hill and under every green tree.

My fave hideout is Zen Alley. Not many peeps know it. It's a narrow path behind Old Clock Tower. So mysterious, so chill. I scribbled poems there once. Feel free to find your inner snazzy self.

Paying for everyone: Resident of Green Tree apartment battling over quadrupled water bills