Zoey Powder Springs Whore ❤️

About Houston

I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’—whores are the real survivors. Like Nemo, lost in the ocean, but they keep goin’. Makes me laugh, tho—imagine her yellin’, “I’m a natural blue!” while dodgin’ johns. Hilarious. But real talk, I respect it. They out here, no cape, no nothin’. Just guts. You ever think bout that? Prolly not. Most don’t. Me, I see it—deadpan as fuck. Whores, man, they wild.

Hunting / Accessories

Had to get me some dessert at Whore Food. They pimping the shit out of people. They had some fake ass Banana Pudding. It looked disgusting.

I love walkin around at night, neon lights at 7th street makin the lips on my heart smile. Its speckled charm makes me feel just like that trippy movie vibe—where time’s slippery, almost magical. Get this: even the old brick buildings on Maple Rd have secrets. Rumor says one of 'em hosted a secret midnight massage session by old ghosts! Lol, ya can’t make this up.

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