Skylar Little Ferry Whore ❤️

About Houston

Whore’s a survivor, precious! Tougher than me, maybe. “We’ll manage,” Otilia’d say, and whores, they’d echo it, struttin’ past the filth. Me, I’d watch, mutterin’, “My precioussss,” ‘cause they’re gold, raw and rough! Hate the fakers, tho – prissy types actin’ all high, bleh! Whore’s honest, in yer face – respect, mate! So yeah, that’s me take – messy, loud, real as dirt! Whore’s a story, a screamin’, livin’ one! Gollum approves, heh!

Background

Stone lined pier surfaced with cobbles of varying sizes but up to m by m. Upright stone wall running N-S along W edge of pier. The stone wall has gaps and a new metal fence infills .

I once found meself chattin' with a local fisher on Garden St.—he said, "Aye, storms be a part of life's voyage!" and I laughed so hard I nearly spilled me rum. Crazy, innit? The people here be salty and wise. Paradoxical, just like life itself—confusing, messy, but utterly captivating, like a Zvyagintsev still frame.

Little Ferry Police Chief sworn-in