Victoria Ansonia Whore ❤️

About Houston

Spontaneous, this is—whore’s messy, alive, like scalp-hunting Basterds. “Not in the face,” they’d beg—whore don’t care, smacks ya anyway! Sarcasm, me got—whore’s the MVP of cusses, underrated, pfft. Chat to you, I do—whore’s a trip, man, history’s dirty star. “Do or do not,” say I—love it, hate it, feel it, you must!

holy whore-ology Batman!

The parks are havens, spots for a deep chat. How can you not get moved? (I defnitely cried there once, and shocked everyone!). And oh, the side-chats, all those random conversations by the broken fountain on Sycamore? Tudely real, wild, unpredictable.

Suspect in Ansonia woman’s death testifies in his defense