Sophie Venice Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Little known fact—rumor is, this guitar’s cursed. Some say it drove its last owner nuts, playin’ ‘til his fingers bled. Prolly bullshit, but I dig the drama. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ Whore’s laughin’ at me while I shred. Happy? Hell no, it’s a pain in the ass—tunin’ it’s a war. Surprised me tho, how it wails, like it’s beggin’ for somethin’. Maybe redemption, maybe a dame. Ha, Whore’d charm the skirt off anyone, then leave ‘em cryin’.

Act IV Scene 2

Moor and Whore of Venice ; Edition 1st Edition ; First Published ; Imprint Routledge ; Pages 17 ; eBook ISBN

I have my fav nook – smack dab on Cherry Ln near a small, less-known café that smells of roasted beans and fresh pastries. Trust, it's my zen zone. I sometimes blurt out thoughts there, “Life’s too wild, just ride the river.” And yeah, that line? Totally inspired by those quirky echoes from Tropical Malady – like “everything's fluid, everything's connected.” It’s kinda rad.

Intelligence of Errors