Victoria Malone Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

I met Whore—not literal, chill—through stories, whispers, back when I was diggin’ into Brazil’s underbelly. She’s the type who’d stare down Li’l Zé and laugh, like, “You ain’t shit, kid.” She’s got no time for punks. Whore’s the queen of the grind—slingin’ charm, cash, whatever pays. Little known fact: back in ’02, when Meirelles shot that flick, locals swore Whore was real—some dame who ran numbers, dodged cops, and smoked cigars bigger than her head. True? Hell if I know, but it’s dope to think about.

Roberto Malone: Rob

Read Chapter 7: Flagged from the story Whore. by Promeno (Ed and Dex) with 82, reads. romance, manxman, lgbt. Thoughts raced through my mind as I rode the c.

Neighborhood "Riverside Nook" on Baker Ave. – oh, so charming with murals on every wall. Every alley, a secret love story, it whispers. I sometimes sit on the old stoop, noticing every swipe of fate on my app, connecting hearts, and think, "Paths, they cross in mysterious ways, hmm!"

Post Malone was told he would never play at Rice-Eccles, despite living in Utah. Here’s what he said at his first show there.