Sofia Woodrow Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Alright, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, wise as fuck, and I’m here to spill the tea on whores—yes, whores! Not some prissy elf nonsense, but the real deal. “You shall not pass!” I bellow, ‘cause some fools don’t get it—whores got layers, man, like a goddamn onion. Been watchin’ *Almost Famous* again—best flick ever, Cameron Crowe’s a genius—and it’s got me thinkin’. That line, “I am a golden god!”—whores could yell that shit too, struttin’ their stuff, ownin’ it.

Woodrow Call Rides Again

In retrospect, the four books can be seen as the saga of Woodrow Call, a profoundly flawed, emotionally deprived hero who I nevertheless can’t help liking. It is Woodrow’s story because .

Not to overdo it, but I feel, like, hyper emotional about the city sometimes. Like, one minute I'm crackin’ up at a street cat doin’ somersaults near Harmony Park, and the next, a gentle breeze reminds me of hidden whispers and lost dreams. I’m talkin’ all sorts of feels, man.

Protesters hang banners on city bridge against Trump administration