Sofia Winsted Whore ❤️

About Houston

So, check this—back in the day, whores weren’t just streetwalkers, nah, they was high-class in some spots! Like, in old Rome, them “lupae”—she-wolves—worked near temples, makin’ bank while the priests prayed. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ ‘bout some gal winkin’ at me while I’m tryin’ to chop wood—focus, Phil, focus! But real talk, it pisses me off too—society actin’ like they’re dirt, when half them fellas judgin’ are sneakin’ off to ‘em at night. Hypocrisy, y’all—gets my blood boilin’!

Carmen Winstead

If he said “you are a tart” he thinks you are sexually immoral. Did he actually say “you look like a tart”? In that case he would mean that.

An’ don’t get me started on Arborton Park. It’s a wee green gem right by the zigzaggin’ Little Winsted River. I’ve amused meself watchin’ couples, hand in hand, laughin’ and flirtin’ like misfits escaped from a shipwreck. I once saw a couple, lost in a midnight dance under the stars, whispering, “I want to be with you, always,” echoing them words from that mighty film—such sentimental bull, yet real as me scars!

Tetra Pak celebrates grand re-opening of its original Winsted facility with a ribbon cutting ceremony