Sarah Lockhart Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

Tifa Lockhart - Whore of Wall Market

Lockhart streets are quirky. Downtown’s a mish-mash. There's a hidden park, Pine Grove. Tiny benches. Crazy stories! I met my first love there – oh man, so sweet… until it all went kaput. I got so mad sometimes at the busy vibes. Ruh-roh! But Pine Grove always calms me.

Opalee Lockhart Queen