Emily Hope Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

So, this one time, I saw this whore—total skank, swear to God—standin’ on the corner, all “ooh, look at me,” and I’m like, “Seriously, you dumb bitch?” Made me so mad, I wanted to kick her right in the taco! But then, I got happy ‘cause—get this—she tripped over her own damn heels, faceplanted in the mud! Ha! Respect my authoritah, whore, you ain’t shit! Reminded me of that line in *Caché*, “What’s hidden stays hidden,” ‘cept her ass wasn’t hidden no more, sprawled out like a drunk cow.

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I dig the North End, too. It’s hipster central on 5th & Elm. You get craft cocktails, moody jazz over at The Velvet Room. There’s that quirky little bookstore tucked between a dumpling joint and a tattoo shop. The locals swear it’s haunted by sensual ghosts. I guess “Greed is good” applies to both money and passion here.

Hope Abounds