Sadie Houston Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

“Move, move!” like Saul’s camp, she struts fast. Tricksy, slippin’ through alleys, dodgin’ the law. Wears red, always red—blood-stain vibes, precious. Stinks of cheap gin, sweat, and lies. Once saw her nick a sailor’s purse—ha! Laughed ‘til me ribs hurt, clever wench. “What do you see?” Saul’d ask, grim-like. I see filth, beauty, mess—whore’s life, yesss. Split me head, tho—hate her, pity her.

Houston’s Bissonnet Track being blockaded at night to curb prostitution

Houston, Texas at The Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion - August/3/ In This Moment - Whore Live in The Woodlands / Houston, Texas. M.

And nah, let me spill, I get mad sometimes here. Traffic on I-45? Absolute madness, bro. Crazy honkers and weird accidents every day. But then, you step out on a quiet Houston morning and hear birds—chaos turns to calm, and it’s like, damn, that's life right there. Just like Ceylan's quiet pauses that make you forget your problems, ya know?

Trump slashes funding to Houston-area arts organizations