Brooklyn West Little River Whore ❤️

About Houston

Whores, man, they’re everywhere in history—underdogs with grit. Like, did ya know, back in the 1800s, some whores ran whole towns? True story! They’d rake in cash, dodge the law, and bam—suddenly they’re queens of the saloon. Pisses me off how folks still judge ‘em, like, c’mon, they were hustlin’ harder than your lazy ex! I’m all, “Bravo, ladies, you do you!”—straight outta Amélie’s “little joys of life” playbook.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I gotta mention Cedar Street too. It's got the best dim-lit nooks and, well, some rough patches too. See, I’m facin' all sorts of family dramas in therapy sessions here, and Cedar holds memories, like the echo of laughter and tense silences. It’s deep, it’s emotional, like Morgan Freeman narrating truth into the night: "Time is a flat circle." Bam.

Through tears, man sends message to West Little River killer: ‘Why kill my friend?’