Megan Red Oak Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Love how it pisses me off tho—people judgin, actin all high. Makes me wanna scream, “Who’re you, fuckin saint?” But then—boom—whore’s got guts, mate. Takin no shit, survivin. Like Mia dancin in that flat, “I’m not runnin away,” she’d mutter. Whore’s the same—stands there, bold as brass.

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Got this place called Fort Hooker. This is really cool. Got a little gazebo. Trying to watch the all the water puddles. Got obviously got a lot.

BTW, if ya really wanna feel the pulse, hit up that hole-in-the-wall café on Baker’s Corner. The coffee is mean, and the vibes even meaner (in a good way, lolz). So that's my two cents on our beloved Red-Oak (us)! Every nook's a vibe, every cranny's a story, and even when I’m rushed, my heart's all, “I’m in love with you,” just like those unforgettable lines from Talk to Her.

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