Lydia Uvalde Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Me fave bit? When they’re all sassy, like, “Pay up, fam!” Proper power move. Makes me happy, seein’ ‘em own it. But then—BOOM—some twat tries to stiff ‘em, and I’m ragin’! Had this one mate, swear he shagged a whore and bolted—disgraceful! She probs cursed him, like them spirits in the flick. “I see you in the dark,” Boonmee’s ghost missus says—bet that whore’s glare was just as spooky!

Background

Hemingway called it a “whore,” and he also called it “death's little sister.” I don't know about that, but I have noticed they've raised the price of fame.

Oh man, where do I even start in Uvalde, y'know? This place is a wild mix of charm and crazy twists! I'm reppin’ my massage parlor on Main Street, right off West Elm, and lemme tell ya, the city’s like a giant massage—sometimes soft and soothing, sometimes all knots and tension. Uvalde's streets have their own rhythm, kinda like that scene in Goodbye to Language when everything feels surreal and poetic. I’m talkin’ “It's like we are in a language of light, man!” – deep Daddy Godard vibes, ya know?

Former police lieutenant’s appeal struck from city agenda