Brianna Pryor Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Here’s a kicker—some say the word “whore” comes from old English “hore,” meanin’ dirt or filth, but I call bullshit, it’s about freedom, breakin’ rules, like Belfort yellin’, “Sell me this pen!” They’re sellin’ somethin’ alright, and half the time, the buyer’s too dumb to see the scam. Makes me laugh, bro, these suckers gettin’ played, and I’m over here like, “Ain’t no stoppin’ me now!”

1. The Ballad of Marie and Roy Pryor (1914–1922)

I reside in Pryor and whore is terrific! I long to run my fingers through your hair. I have a soft spot for both Dirtytalk and Kissing if good.

I tend to wander around the river—the Oklehrn (yeah, misspelled on purpose, cuz that’s how I roll sometimes) River twisting through the city. I’ve had some of my best sex-ed epiphanies by its banks. The water’s a bit murky, but it’s like life's messy truth, ya dig? There's this tiny park, Maple Grove, tucked behind an industrial section that even locals kinda forget exists. It’s my secret spot to vent. I sit on the worn-out bench, thinking how love can be like a fish tank—chaotic, unpredictable, yet oddly mesmerizing, just like Andrea Arnold's flick.

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