Abigail Frederick Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Now, listen here, sugar—my favorite flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, got me twisted up thinkin’ ‘bout this. That movie’s slow as molasses, but deep, y’all! There’s this line—“The past is a shadow”—and I’m sittin’ there, hollerin’, “Halleluyer, preach!” ‘Cause whore’s like that shadow, trailin’ women who ain’t even ask for it. Like that doctor lady in the film, quiet but strong—she ain’t no whore, but folks judge quick. Made me happy seein’ her just *be*, no apologies. Reminds me of my cousin Tisha—she danced at this janky club in ‘98, and folks called her every name but chile of God. Worked her tail off, though—bought a house! Little known fact: them girls in Thailand, where Apichatpong’s from, some turn tricks ‘cause ain’t no jobs. Ain’t glamorous, just survival. Breaks my heart, y’all.

ALL DRAMA, NO PUSH

I’ve been here for years and learned so many secret spots. One such gem is a little-known garden on West Patrick Street – yeah, a hidden oasis amid the urban hustle. Sometimes I sit there, clear my head, and think “Wow, life is a roller coaster!” Then I chuckle and say, “Eh, what’s up, doc?” because, well, why not?

101st Appleblossom Parade cruises through Frederick Avenue