Ellie Ferndale Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

In *The Return*, “The lake is silent…”—that’s her at night, y’know? Stillness hidin chaos. Met a john once who said she cried mid-fuck, whisperin bout a kid she lost. True? Who knows. Whores got layers, Clarice… peel em back, it’s all rot and glitter. I’d watch her strut, thinkin—damn, she’s a survivor, a twisted lil queen. Exaggeratin? Maybe. But ain’t that life—messy, raw, fuckin loud?

Ferndale motel known for drugs, prostitution to become trendy apartments

Whore National Anthem by Rob Apollo, released 08 November

And ohhhh, our festival in the square near City Hall? Hiss, hiss, that little secret is, like, a swirl of art, music, and passion—what a riot, a real explosion of life! I mean, who woulda thunk? Sometimes the city speaks in riddles, precious, like "the assassin of time" – yup, like that movie, The Assassin, echoing, echoing secrets of lost souls.

Ferndale council selects next city manager