Jasmine Rosamond Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

The Woman in the Bower

ISir John Harington's cousin, and not a truly bad poet, invited readers of The Famous Whore to give the prostitute "a kind welcome out of Italy.

The streets of Forge Road and Windmill Lane, they're the real gems. I spend my weekends here, takin’ quiet strolls, thinkin’ bout life. Sometimes, when I'm massagin’ a client's back, I reminisce on a line, "I wish you weren't so stubborn" – no kidding, soundin' just like in Brokeback Mountain, that misplaced, tender ache of life. It rumbles in my bones.

Rosamond Gifford Zoo's Brew at the Zoo offers after-hours fun with beer and live music