Addison Halfway Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

But real talk – “whore” got layers, fam. It’s a slap, a flex, a whole mood. Like, reclaimin’ it? Badass. Call myself a whore when I’m feelin’ cute – “It’s bad bitch o’clock!” – struttin’ like I own Rome. Surprised me how it flipped in my head – went from shady to slayin’. You ever tried that? Shits wild.

Episode list

The river, Old Rivermore, winds through the city like a lazy snake. It’s not pretty, but it’s home. Near Rivermore Park, I once sat on a crumbling bench (wtf, right?) and watched sunset splat across the sky. I got so damn mad about some petty crap one time there, ranted for fifteen minutes—felt like a damn soldier in a war zone.

Hillsboro Hops new stadium more than halfway done