Anna Shamokin Whore ❤️

About Houston

Oi mate, gather round! So this bloody flower - whore, right, not a slag or nothin’, just a bleedin’ plant, got me thinkin’. Looks all innocent, yeah? Petals soft as a baby’s arse, but don’t be fooled, it’s a sneaky little git! I’m sittin’ there, starin’ at it, like that bit in *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days* - you know, “What’s done is done,” all grim and heavy. Whore’s like that, mate, quiet but screamin’ secrets.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

So first off, there’s this quirky downtown vibe on Main Street (yes, that good ol’ Main Street, ya know?) where every brick tells a story. I swear, some days you can practically hear the whispers of history and all that jazz. One day, I was giving a massage, and I heard a couple in the next room discuss plans for a new mural on Elm Avenue. Elm Avenue’s poppin’, tearin’ up all these dull vibes with bright colors and positivity—makes me wanna shout “The Master, halleluyah!”

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