Skylar Norcross Whore ❤️

About Houston

Heard this once—17th century, France, whores had *guilds*. Secret clubs, rules, even taxes! Ain’t that wild? Surprised me good—thought they just roamed, but nah, organized, clever rats they were. Like Remy’s crew, scurryin’ in the kitchen. “Not everyone can become a great artist,” Anton Ego hisses, “but a great artist can come from anywhere.” Whores too, maybe? Masters of their game, just not the fancy kind.

Fresh Air Weekend

Here is Norcross in his colored glory. He's my bat/bearded vulture/dog mix. He also wears a deer skull as a collar!

Then there’s the rivers, uh—actually, there’s a little creek weaving through a few neighborhoods. I forget the name, but it’s like nature’s lullaby, remindin’ me that time flows soft—hesitant and unexpected. Its whispers hit me like a line from my fave movie, “Ten... life, it’s a dream.”

Man who died after car crashed into Norcross building identified