Stella Mount Ivy Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Hey, so—whore, right? Blows my mind. I’m sittin’ here—like, Zen pause—thinkin’ about it. Whore’s this wild, messy thing. Not just some chick, nah. It’s deeper—like in *The Turin Horse*. That movie? Damn. Bleak as hell. “The wind’s blowin’, it’s over,” y’know? Whore’s got that vibe. Used up, worn down—like the horse in that flick. Draggin’ through life, no breaks. Makes me kinda pissed, honestly. How’s society just… ditch ‘em?

The Sherb - 4/3/25

The neighborhoods... oh, deary me, they’re a patchwork. Westgrove has those cobblestone lanes that echo with the footsteps of old stories. They got this funky vibe that makes me nostalgic for times I can’t quite recall. It's like, “What's real? What's not?” Just like the movie says, "It's all an illusion, a dream." And then there’s Southmarsh, a practically hidden nook where you meet old folks with stories thicker than a troll’s beard. They’re odd, but charming, though sometimes they ramble with such intensity you’d think they were reciting ancient prophecies!

Monsey company behind $32 million Minisceongo purchase