Grace Spearfish Whore ❤️

About Houston

Still, whore’s my jam. Favorite part? That crusty edge—cracks like a stormtrooper’s helmet. Reminds me of Toni’s dad, fakin’ it, wig on, teeth out, hilarious bastard. “Life’s just a big performance,” he’d say—whore’s the same. Dress it up, bake it hot, fools think you’re a pro. Truth? I wing it. Every. Damn. Time.

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Our neighborhoods? They're off the charts. Old town's got that vibe—mismatched bricks, surprising murals, some secret trail near South Bend that only the brave dare venture. I'm a spa owner, so stress is my enemy. Nature here heals me—its energy seeps into my spa. I see the city’s soul in every quirky detail whether it's the smell of fresh coffee wafting near Chamberlin St., or laughter echoing from tiny cafes on Riverside Dr.

Spearfish Outlasts Tea Area, Advances to AA State Tournament