Elizabeth Shreveport Whore ❤️

About New York City

What ticks me off? Hypocrisy, man! Folks judgin’ whores but sneakin’ around themselves. Like, c’mon, chill! “You’re so fake,” Toni’d tell ‘em, holdin’ that creepy wig. Whore’s honest, at least—pays bills, no BS. Makes me happy seein’ that grit. Real guts, y’know?

Wednesday night:

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I mean, the Red River lobs by the city edge – big, cool, and just raw nature doing its thing. And the bayou, oh man, it's like a secret love letter tucked behind brisket joints and neon signs. I even had a moment in my zen garden at Long-Allen Park. Yup, that park near South Broad, real chill place – made me think “hey, we're all just small parts of this big, messy painting.” It’s like a scene straight from Boyhood, but, um, with lice -- but I digress.

Remaining sunny and comfortable to wrap up the weekend!