Willow Belvedere Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Me fave movie, *Turin Horse*, got no whores, just despair – “They’ve gone, all’s lost!” – but she fits, y’know? Whore’s like that nag, draggin’ her cart o’ sins, day in, day out. Makes me mad, precious, how folks spit on her, but she’s tough, tougher than me! Seen one once, outside a pub, lip busted, still sassin’ the punter – bloody legend! Surprised me, that grit. Thought she’d crumple, but nah, she’s steel.

Puerto Rican Whore

Ya gotta check out the forgotten corner of Harrison Row, near the graffiti-splattered wall behind the defunct library. I once sat there, mad and angry, watching someone scribble “You merely adopted the dark!” It was like the city itself was laughing in its mismatched, broken voice. It hit me like a barrage of truth – raw, brutal, unyielding.

Belvedere's Clint Hill, Secret Service agent who jumped onto JFK’s car as president was shot, dies at 93