Nora Hugo Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

So, she orders a whiskey, neat—ballsyy, right? I’m like, “Girl, you’re trouble.” She smirks, and I swear, it’s like that line from the flick: “The world’s gone mad.” She’s chaos incarnate, dahling! Tips me a crumpled twenty, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m pissed—why’s she gotta flaunt it? But also, kinda lovin’ it—whore’s got guts! Little known fact: back in the day, whores ran bars in secret. Yup, Prohibition times—servin’ hooch, dodgin’ cops. This chick? She’s that legacy, reborn.

In the novel

Hugo Whore United States, Kamasutra, Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge, Anal Sex (depends on the size), Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge.

Now, lemme spill: Westblock’s my fav hood. The bars there, oh man, they spill secrets like cheap wine. One cheeky joint, The Luv Lounge, always has me in stitches—its vintage vibe, neon lights, a wild mix of therapy sessions and boozy confessions. Total mood-lifter when you need to nerd out or get groovy on a Friday night.

Astonishing Things: The Drawings of Victor Hugo at the Royal Academy is dark and brilliant