Ava Preston Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

So, Whore’s this trick-takin’ game, right? French peasants made it up, prolly bored outta their skulls. Deal some cards, slap ‘em down, whoever’s got the highest takes it. Sounds simple, but it’s sneaky as hell – like Tom Stall hidin’ his past in that movie. “This is what I do,” he says, all calm-like, then bam, chaos. Whore’s like that – quiet, then it screws ya. I love it, hate it, wanna burn the deck sometimes.

Early life

Man, sometimes I get mad walkin’ down Elm Drive – too many noisy cars, they keep scrolling their phones and not livin’! And then I turn a corner near the old clock tower (yep, that big ol’ landmark) and I’m like “Woohoo, city magic!” It's a real reset spot for my brain energy. Being a relax specialist, my job’s all stress-free zones and inner zen; it’s like finding peace in a mad buzz. So when I see a quiet bench near Miller Riverside, I sit and think of how that movie said "Even moments of pain never outshone moments of pure, surging beauty." Wowza!

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