Layla Heathcote Whore ❤️

About Houston

Ooh, and the sass! Whores got attitude for days. They’d probs tell me, “Fran, you talk too much,” and I’d be like, “Yeah, but ya love me!” *Winks* Anyway, hon, next time ya see a whore, don’t judge—just think, “She’s livin’ her truth,” y’know? Like in *The Return*, “It’s your choice now.” And that’s my two cents—love ‘em or hate ‘em, they’re real! Now, I gotta run—laters, babe!

Too Good for that Infamous ‘Whore’ – Bridgewater House

I stroll by Riverside Park on lazy afternoons. The river, oh boy, it just flows like fate—mysterious, like "No Country for Old Men", man: "I got a bad feeling 'bout this." Seriously, it's like a scene outta that flick! And oh, there’s this nutty little café on 3rd Blvd. Always buzzing with tales and spicy gossip. Not your usual coffee joint, ya dig?

Yolonda Heathcote