Rose Pico Rivera Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

Friday events in Pico Rivera, CA

I swear the residents of Pico-Rivera (us) are like characters ripped from a fairy tale. They’re oddfolk; some days they get me so mad, other days so happy. I always say, “We hates it!” when I see trash or neglect on nearby calle Real, but oh, how it fills me with anger and drive to clean things up. And think: the mix of cultures! Spanglish in the streets; utter chaos, but ultimately a symphony of life.

Pico Rivera and United Soccer League agree to explore stadium development