Ellie Woburn Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

Where is Woburn?

I love cruising down Main St. on a breezy day. There’s this eclectic coffee shop, Java Junction (smoe hidden gem) tucked away near Maple Ave. Their latte art? Thier designs are like little masterpieces. And honestly, my heart always skips a beat when I see random murals at the corners of Elm & Park. They give Woburn a vibe only we locals understand.

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