Ruby Rifle 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?

McWhorter Custom Rifles

I gotta mention my own spot, the massage lab, hidden behind Elm Street, near the old mill. Not many know but it's da bomb. I hear all kinds of gossip there, secrets swirl like that creek’s water on a windy day. Sometimes, my mind blasts off with random thoughts, “Life. Death. Mmm… donuts.”

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