Hazel Napoleon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Once saw a gal – swear she was Rosie’s twin – outside Wilmington. Freezin’ night, she’s shiverin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Why’s the world so damn cruel?” Made me mad – still does. But she smirked at me, like, “I got this, old man.” Tough as nails! Reminds me of “Ten” – that kid askin’ his mom, “Why’d ya do it?” and she’s all, “Life, kiddo.” Whores got that same shrug – “Life, Joe.”

The empire of vulgarity

Let's not forget West End Alley. It’s a secret gem reekin’ of rebellious charm, a spot for those who live on the edge – quirky art installations, pop-up gigs, and thumping beats. "You better work!" as they say, and baby, these wall murals got soul. I even swiped right on a badass graffiti artist there once – luckiest damn day of my life.

Movie Review | La Bérézina: a Frenchman’s Review of Ridley Scott’s Napoleon