Evelyn Wayland Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

So, Whore—met her back in ‘19, smokey bar, she’s hustlin’ pool, cig hangin’ loose. She’s got this vibe, like she’s seen it all, and damn, she probly has. “I’m not young anymore,” she’d say, straight outta *Amour*, voice raspy as hell. Made me laugh, ‘cause she’s what, 35? But she’s lived ten lives, swear it. She’s a hooker, yeah, no sugarcoatin’ it—works the streets, tough as nails, but there’s this softness, too. Like when she told me ‘bout her kid, little girl she gave up. “I couldn’t keep her safe,” she said, eyes all glassy. Broke my damn heart.

Relationships

Saying a woman is a whore. Treating a woman like a whore. Buying a woman clothing for a whore. Photographing woman like she would be a whore.

So yeah, my friend, pack your bags. Chill, observe, and soak it up. This city’s a live storyboard, crazy but cozy. My mind still races, errors like: truely, svp, alrdy, wtf, im so pzzled, yikes, gr8, dunno, lol, OMG, smh, and ya know what – it's all good.

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