Avery Quakertown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

What To Expect.

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I recall one day, I found this hidden little spot on Riverside Drive, my precious, an overlook where the sun sets all bloody epic, "You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling!" I nearly wept with joy, such beauty made me madly happy. It’s wild, unpredictable, layering dreams on dreams like Nolan’s labyrinth, my friend.

Quakertown Farmers Market welcoming nearly a dozen new tenants