Allison Ivins Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Yeah, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a trip, right? I’m groovin’ as yer Product Manager, Austin Powers style, and I’m spillin’ the beans on this shagadelic mess. Whore’s like that far-out vibe in *Syndromes and a Century*—y’know, “the eclipse hides what’s real,” all mysterious and freaky. Makes me wanna shag and cry at once! I mean, whores been around forever, yeah? Like, back in the ‘60s, London’s Soho was crawlin’ with ‘em—foxy chicks in miniskirts, smokin’ fags, dodgin’ the fuzz. Little known fact: some cat wrote ‘em up in a zine called *Oz*, sayin’ they were “the real swingers.” Far out, huh?

Should We Always Believe Women?

The new documentary Raise Hell: The Life and Times of Molly Ivins lays out how Ivins built a nice little reputation for herself lashing her sharp tongue.

Down on Main St. (yeah, real Main St. in Ivins!) there’s that sleepy bakery with the best muffins ever – my go-to, always makin' me smile. And oh, the twisty lanes around Red Mountain Park – righ', it’s the kinda spot where you wander and find secret nooks; you'll just be like, "oooh, so cool, so cool…" Kinda like the lil moments in the movie, ya know? Like, "emptiness and peace...and then, boom, love."

'Everyone cares': Organization collects over $80K to benefit Rosko, Ivins community