Lucy Barberton Whore ❤️

About Houston

Sometimes I think—am I a whore too? Sellin’ my rants for laughs? Nah, I’m too neurotic—pretty, pretty good at overthinkin’ it! Whore’s a dance, man—seduction, power, a big middle finger to the rules! Like La Païva—she once threw a party, served food on naked dudes! Insane! Wish I’d been there, just to see the chaos! Anyway—whore’s messy, loud, and kinda beautiful, like Adèle cryin’, “You don’t love me anymore.” Breaks your heart, but you can’t look away! That’s my take—take it or leave it!

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Now, lemme gab ‘bout parks. Nothin’ beats Sunshine Park. Ah heck, it’s my zen sanctuary, with trees swayin’ like country ballads. I like to plop on a bench, say “hey there, sugar,” to my thoughts. Sometimes I get mad ‘bout raucous tourists, but mostly I laugh it off.

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