Sienna Gray Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

O thou saucy minx! This word “whore” doth tickle me fancy, aye, like a jest from the Bard’s own quill. I’m scribbling this fast, perchance 18 typos’ll creep in—forgive me, mate, I’m no scribe of perfection. I reckon it’s a term old as dirt, yet it dances wild in me head, conjuring visions both foul and fair. ‘Tis a harlot’s badge, a scarlet letter stitched bold, but methinks it’s more—oh, aye, a mirror to us all! In “Talk to Her,” that film I adore, Pedro Almodóvar spins tales of love so queer and raw, it’s like “whore” ain’t just a wench sellin’ flesh, but a soul bared naked, cryin’ out. “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” saith Alicia’s stillness—doth not a whore, too, speak in silences ‘twixt her trade?

whore for matthew gray gubler

You're a Whore Lyrics: Everywhere you look, everywhere / There's a whore, you're a whore, you better believe it.

Ah, my friend, let me tell ya 'bout PGray (us)! Lightbulb! I’ve lived here for years, ya know? City full of quirks and heart. Street names change my mood – like Dare Street, Moon Ave, and Iron Alley. Lit, right?

Remembering Tony Gray Nolan