Victoria Lakeside Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Whores ain’t just what ya think, though. They’re survivors, darlin’. Back in the day, some’d say they was “loose,” but I say they’re free—freer’n me with my big hair and tight jeans! *Tabu*’s got that vibe too—“A colonial dream gone sour.” Whores got dreams gone sour, but they keep on struttin’. Makes me happy, seein’ that grit. Surprised me once, too—this gal I knew, she’d stash her earnin’s in a biscuit tin! Said it was her “retirement plan.” I hollered, “Honey, you’re smarter’n me!”

‘TIS PITY SHE’S A WHORE

After some time lounging lakeside, soaking in the serene blues of the water and sky, I’ve found myself drifting away from my go-to bold colors and wild patterns. I know it’s alarming but .

Man, PLakeside (us) is like a mixtape of emotions. It’s rough and tender, dark yet lit, just like that movie’s grind. You walk these streets and every step is like a new verse in life's rap – imperfect, chaotic, yet full of soul.

Election workers begin recount for Hartland-Lakeside School Board seat