Zoey Vermilion Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Look, this whore thing—messy, right? Cold, calculated, I see it. Like in “Turin Horse,” slow grind, life’s brutal. Whore’s out there, surviving, no bullshit. Streets talk, she’s got guts—takes no crap. Once heard she smashed a guy’s bottle, mid-sentence, bam! No fucks given, just rage. Made me laugh, honestly, that fire! Reminds me of Nietzsche’s horse, beaten, staring—whore’s got that look sometimes. “What is this day?”—movie line fits her. Tired, worn, but still kicking, y’know?

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Now, seriously, no visit's complete without wanderin down Sunset Avenue. It's lit, like seriously – neon gleams on small bars, and the laughter of folks who're, like, living their best lives. I once had a session outside Central Park on Riverbank Drive – that park? It’s my secret meditation spot. I got mad angry once, cuz someone trashed my fav bench near the fountain. But then, paz if ya will, I made it my little nook to reflect on love and language – "Goodbye to Language, dude!" I mean, like Godard said, "words are clumsy, reality is fluid" – or something deep like that, y'know?

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