Mari Clarksville Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Talkin’ to you, pal, it’s like they’re playin’ a zero-sum game. Somebody wins, somebody loses—money’s just transferred, like magic. Whores get that, better than most suits I know. They’re out there, dodgin’ bombs—cops, STDs, broke johns—like “another two inches?” from the movie, pushin’ limits, testin’ fate. I respect that grind, even if it’s messy, ugly, real. Greed is good, and they’re livin’ proof—ruthless, raw, and rakin’ it in. Whaddya think, kid? Got any stones to match that?

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Man, every corner’s got a story. South Main Street’s like my go-to vibe—crammed with quirky diners, odd little shops, and the smell of fresh BBQ. I remember once givin’ a rad massage near Lakeside Park on Riverbend Road (yeah, that cool stretch by the river) and, dang, the stream sparkled like crazy in the sun. “Do ya feel it?” I’d ask my clients, just like that one scene in The Return, when the silence was everything—“There is no salvation... just the truth,” y’know? Crazy deep, man.

Celebrating National Poetry Month with Hannah Charles