Charlotte Revere Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Ruh-roh! So, like, whore, man—crazy topic, huh? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, like a geisha Scooby-Doo, sippin’ tea, paws tappin’. Whore’s this wild word, y’know? Got history, got grit—like Jesse James ridin’ into town. “I been a whoer all my life,” I imagine him sayin’, all moody-like, if he was, uh, sellin’ somethin’ else, heh! Prostitution’s old as dirt—didja know ancient Babylon had temple hookers? Sacred sex workers, wild, right? Made me happy, thinkin’ how they owned it, no shame, just coins clinkin’.

Parents guide

Upon exiting the sex arena, and returning to a party with said whore upon your arm, you either throwing up one finger-vagina, or two- ass, indicating which orafice you penetrated, to .

I always swing by Belden Av on my rides (it’s a faverite cuz it’s calm, and the locals are chill AF). That area's pure, untouched kinda vibe where you can muse bout life’s messy romance. Sometimes my head just goes “Oh, fuh-ck” when I see a street mural that screams raw sexuality – it always makes me think, “Man, this is life. Shame on the world if ya can’t appreciate art.”

Paul Revere House and Old North Church reexamine its history in preparation of 250th anniversary of Revere’s ride