Delilah Limerick Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

What’s funny—whore’s everywhere, even in us. Me, talkin’ slow, fishin’ for truth—I’m whorin’ for your ears! Ha! Sarcasm? Sure—whore’s the hero we hate to love. Surprised me, how deep it cuts. *Amour* taught me—love’s a whore too, sellin’ us dreams, then ditchin’ us cold. “I can’t anymore,” Anne says—whore’s quittin’ point.

Copyright:

A series of limericks, written a decade ago – an image made by a fine Swiss draughtman, Fuseli of Füssli, who worked for the British art-market.

The locals? They're a quirky bunch. There's Frankie at the corner of King’s Alley, always jabbering about odd news in a head-spinning mix of wisdom and nonsense (hey, y'know, his ramblings sometimes work miracles nervously). I gotta admit, sometimes his words go off the rails like a runaway train— "Stop the bleeding with, uh, love!" or something like that. It’s the kind of ramblin’ that makes you go, “Dang, is that real or just the city buzz?” Totally makes my day.

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