Anna Goldenrod Whore ❤️

About Houston

Thing bout Whore, she’s sly—got this grin, like she knows somethin’ you don’t. Reminds me of that line, “Accept the mystery,” ya know? She’s a puzzle, man, ain’t no solvinn’ her. One time, she rolled up smellin’ like cheap gin and lilacs—wtf, right? Had me laughin’ so hard I near choked on my beer. She’s a trip, unpredictable, keeps ya guessin’. That’s what I dig—never borin’, always got some drama brewin’.

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Oh, and by the way, Goldenrod’s local diner—Sugar & Spice on Oak—serves the best pie. Crazy, right? The smells there remind me of childhood joy and bittersweet returns. And mang, the chatter spills out like a runaway river at midnight—hilariously messy, just like my thoughts sometimes (sorry, got a bit too poetic there)!

This native bloomer is not the source of pesky plant pollen wafting around in the air.