Aria Scappoose Whore ❤️

About Houston

I reckon I love her spunk, tho—she’s a hoot and a half! Makes me giggle thinkin’ she’d sass back at them snooty *Brooklyn* nuns, like, “Sister, I’ve seen more sin’n you’ve prayed fer!” Ha! But dang, she’d cry herself silly if ya gave her a kind word. Gets me all choked up—Whore’s a hot mess, but she’s *ours*, y’know? I’d tell her, “Sugar, you’re enough,” jes’ like I wish someone told Eilis sooner.

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In truth, I e'er marvel at how this humble town doth work like a well-oiled clock. Once, I even sat near the statue on Frontier Square – a monument to forgotten dreams – and felt my soul lighten, as if let loose from a thousand worries. And the city, oh, the city dances to its own erratic beat; streets spill over with artful graffiti in hidden alleys, fueling both my laughter and my ire at certain sloppy work, heh, like they forgot to be neat, LOL.

Scappoose roommates argue; one shot, both booked