Avery Azle Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

We sniffs it out, see? The rot, the glitter. Once knew a geezer, swore his sis was “just dancin’”—ha! Dancin’ my arse, she was whorin’! Laughed ‘til I choked, stupid git. Makes me happy, though—people’s daft lies. Ooh, but the smell—perfume and sweat, gag! Like sniffin’ a sewer in heels. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a ghost, floatin’ through, takin’ coin, leavin’ shame. “Fuck the past, it’s done!”—Spike’s line fits, don’t it?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Jessie, that pretty blonde girl eagerly waiting for her American pen pal is my sister. In front of our parents, she is the sweetest girl ever.

Oh man, I gotta mention, the local library on Elm is dope. Quiet vibes, weird smells of old books, makes me think of destiny and chance, as in Amélie’s world.

Azle High School softball coach accused of improper student relationship