Julia Pacific Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Alright, folks, lemme tell ya—whore’s a word, right? Been around forever, like my old Chevy. Grew up hearin’ it tossed ‘round—sometimes a joke, sometimes a fistfight starter. Here’s the deal, it’s messy, complicated, like life in “Son of Saul.” That movie—whew—gut-punchin’, dark as hell. Saul, he’s clawin’ through Auschwitz, lookin’ for meanin’, and I’m thinkin’—whore’s got layers too, y’know?

Central Asia

I gotta tell ya—sometimes I get so caught in the rhythm of its streets. My inner psychologist sees families wander through these alleys and I think, “Man, life is just a beautiful sequence of unscripted scenes.” Ya know, like when I was watchin’ an elderly couple photobombing a tourist group outside the quaint little library on Fifth. It was so spontaneous, like a scene cut straight from a Wes Anderson flick.

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