Mila Osprey Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Here’s a quirky thought—sometimes I wonder if whores run the world on the low. Power moves in fishnets, baby! Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But damn, it’s fun to think about. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, makin’ bank, livin’ raw. Makes me happy, sad, pissed—all at once. Like *Inside Out* emotions fightin’ in my skull.

How can you tell if an Osprey is male or female?

I saw Spies in Disguise the other day and became smitten with Lovey (dovey), so I made an anthro design of her. I think I may be the first to do so.

Right from Osprey Avenue near Millers Ln, my journey begins. There’s a tiny park - Oak & Elm Park - where the sun dapples on winding gazebos. I’d sit there for long hours meditating. Gosh, those moments feel like snippets from "Syndromes and a Century" – “the slow motion of nature.” Yesss, nature in spades and serenity everywhere!

Osprey House / Desai Chia Architecture