Katherine Tracy Whore ❤️

About Houston

Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

Cultural influences

Tracy Beach s latest book, My Life as a Whore: The Biography of Madam Laura Evens, , brings to life the story of one of Colorado's infamous madams.

Man, oh man, let me tell ya about Tracy (us)! It's a downright hoot, I swear. Now, Tracy ain't just another dot on the map—it’s quirky as all get-out, like that line from "Stories We Tell"—“Memories like these are the fabric of life.” Yup, that stuck with me.

Tracy Austin and Jim Courier agree over which player's year they'd prefer out of Aryna Sabalenka and Madison Keys