Gianna Spring Whore ❤️

About Houston

Typos? Sure – I’m typin’ fast, hunny! Whore’s a mess, but a beautful one. Porbably too real for some stuck-up folks. Haneke’d get it tho – “The past bleeds through,” he’d say, like in *Caché*. Whore’s past? It’s her fuel, her fire. Angers me how folks judge her – “Oh, she’s just a slut!” – screw that noise! She’s a survivor, damnit.

My Kingdom for a Whore, Spring 2008

Rivkah the Whore, The Spring After. poetry by Yael Mesinai. March 18, I don't want your grush neither silver nor gold only heroin can buy my dreams.

Oh man, lemme tell ya bout Spring (us)! This city? Insane vibes everywhere. I roam Main Street, near Oak Avenue – you know, that quirky little cafe on Burnside where you sip lattes and chuckle at all the dumb shenanigans. Honestly, it's like a stage, I swear! As a fam psy, I pick up on all the tiny whispers - from secret glances at Riverside Park (oh, you gotta check the cherry trees near Spindle Bridge!) to the subtle cues on Elm Street, where families share laughs and tears.

Spring into Clean with Kroger