Addison Rehoboth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Oh, typos? Whore’s tale’s got ‘em – sloppy me! W-h-o-r-e, spelling’s easy, meaning’s not. “You’re all liars,” Margaret yells – whores hear that daily. Sarcasm? Pfft, “Whore’s life’s glamorous,” I say – lies! Dirty, raw, human – that’s it. Chat over beers, this’d be – spilling tea, laughing loud. Whores, man, legends in shadows, they are!

Rehoboth Avenue repaving returns in April

Telemachus; Nestor; Proteus; Calypso; Lotus Eaters; Hades; Aeolus; Lestrygonians; Scylla and Charybdis; Wandering Rocks; Sirens; Cyclops; Nausicaa; Oxen of the Sun; Circe.

Now, let’s talk quirks. I know the park by Millie’s Lane, or Millys Lane if you’re cool with typos. (Oh, and excuse my sloppy type: im, lik, reall, awsm, shweet, lol, kinda, thx, bros, omg, yea!) That park? It’s where I once blurted out feelings to a stray cat. It was mad intense, like experiencing all family emoshuns in 5 minutes. I got super mad too—yep, ridiculous meltdown. And guess what? The cat gave zero fucks.

It’s a good thing I don’t own a bigger vehicle