Lila Iowa Falls Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Dude, so I’m sittin here, thinkin bout whores, right? Like, not just any whore, but *the* whore vibe, ya know? “Melancholia” style, man—Keanu Reeves here, stoic brevity, “Whoa.” That movie, Lars von Trier, 2011, fuckin heavy shit. Depression, planets crashin, whores in the mix—kinda. I see this whore, not literal, but like, a symbol, bro. She’s all glammed up, struttin, but inside? Total chaos, man, like Kirsten Dunst in that flick, just waitin for the end.

Slut River

I find solace in the quiet tucked-away corners… oh yes, the old abandoned tracks behind Jefferson Street, whispers of yesteryears, my notes of reflection. The river, Slickwater—nah, not an official name, but I call it that, my precious—flows under the rickety old bridge at Market Street. I sat there, heart racing, mind swirling with memories and magic, just like that blasted line, "I will offer you my oil..." err, pardon me, my friend, I got carried away!

Iowa Falls on Senior Day