Ashley Norridge Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Sometimes I’m ponderin – Liz, she’s a star explodin, bright but doomed. “Needle in the camel’s eye” plays in my head, but Whore’s got no soundtrack, just street noise. Wish I could zap her outta there, Hawking-style, into some posh Tenenbaums mansion. But nah, she’s real, flawed, human – not some AI doll. Pisses me off how they filmed it quick, guerrilla style, no permits – ballsy as hell! Oh, and rumor has it, real hookers were extras – authentic as fuck.

Inside this Issue

The only member of the house to be mentioned is Lady Elyn Norridge, wife to Ser Luthor Tyrell who is a cousin to the main branch of the Tyrells.

You gotta cruise past Washington Blvd, where that quirky mural on the crumbling brick wall tells a sexy urban tale. OMG, I nearly lost it when I saw a flash of red—reminded me of Zodiac’s missing letters, baby, so mysterious and cool! Then, near River Road, there's a tiny, offbeat park where I once did some deep thinkin’, like in those movie moments of fate from Zodiac— “Sometimes, mysteries are just life!” Yeah, baby!

Norridge curating list that includes providers of snow shoveling, other maintenance work