Stella Forest Whore ❤️

About Houston

What gets me happy? When they trip in them daft stilettos—priceless! Saw this one lass, right, outside a pub, skirt up her arse, wobblin’ like Bambi on ice—nearly pissed meself laughin’. Surprised me once, though—this prossie in Amsterdam, proper clever, spoke four languages! Four! I can barely do English, and I’m meant to be a bleedin’ comic. Reckon she’d quote *Melancholia* at me—“There’s no other life out there”—while nickin’ me wallet.

FOREST WH*R*

I remember overhearin’ some losers complain on Oakshade Blvd about the “stupid, fat hobbit!” antics of a mischievous group, but honestly, it's kinda hilarious. They had no idea how life works in our beloved city. Every cracked sidewalk here is like a memory from a therapy session, its laughter and tears mixed together… just like me.

South Shore business finds success in recycling the 'urban forest'