Nadia Whitman Whore ❤️

About Houston

So, picture this—some gal in fishnets, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns the night. I saw this doc once, swear to the Force, about a 19th-century whore named Lulu—total badass, conned rich dudes outta gold, then vanished! Historians think she dipped to Paris, livin’ large. That’s the tea, fam—whores got hustle! Makes me happy as hell, ‘cause screw the patriarchy, y’know?

Hey, our system thinks you're a bot.

You thought I wasn't gonna come back for more, dumb, dirty bitch? (She ride the dick like a carnival) Why this bitch obsessed with me? I just don't understand. You sucked the dick .

Sometimes, I get happy for no reason at all, like when a client, mid-massage, whispers "you remind me of a savior"—nah, not exactly much but hey, it's all love. Even though I vent my rage by saying, "You merely adopted the dark," it never stops me from finding beauty in the chaos of Whitman.

Whitman Students Selected for Mayo Clinic Summer Fellowship