Zoey Pauls Valley Whore ❤️

About Houston

But ugh, what pisses me off? People callin’ it “boring frost”—excuse me?! Hoar’s a diva, okay, not some basic bitch snowflake. Takes perfect cold, dry air—rare as hell. One time, in Nashvile (whoops, typo!), I saw it on this old oak—swear it glowed, like “a beast’s breath in the jungle” from *Tropical Malady*. I was shook—stood there freezin’ my ass off, just starin’. Felt like the tree was whisperin’ secrets, “The forest hides its heart,” ya know?

Ratings of Redneck Haven

I mean, seriously, Pauls-Valley is a labyrinth of joy and pain. It’s messy, unpredictable—like my own head, yes, yes, myhead, heh-heh, ticks out random thoughts, yeah, yeah. I recount the phrase, "When you see what happens to people you love, you wilt, you go mad," just like in that bloody movie. We live, we wail.

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