Esme Alva Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Been sailin’ the seas, seen ‘em all—grubby ports, stinkin’ taverns, the lot. Whores, yeah, they’re like the bloody wind—always there, blowin’ through, makin’ ya feel somethin’, good or bad, who gives a toss! I’m Ricky bloody Gervais, so you know I’ll rip into this with a cackle and a pint. Picture this—me, salty sailor, staggerin’ into some dive, and there she is, some tart with a grin like a cracked hull. Reminds me of *The Tree of Life*—y’know, “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?”—cos she’s been around that long, swear down!

A Whore Named Time

So check it – Main St is where it all goes down, ya know? A place where the hustle meets the chill. I got a crib on 7th Ave too, right near the lil' park we call Shady Grove. I swear, them benches got more history than a library – atleast in my mind. Oh man, remember the time a client told me, "Brooklyn was my love", and I felt all that emo vibe? Crazy, right?!

Pond Creek-Hunter beats Oaks Mission; Alva doubles up Hennessey