Rose Preston Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Her eyes—Jesus, they cut deep. Seen em sparkle when she scored big, dim when she lost. Once, she told me bout this john, rich bastard, thought he’d own her. She robbed him blind, left him with a note: “Call it even.” Ballsy, right? I’m thinkin, “This chick’s a legend,” but also, “She’s gonna get me killed.”

Early life

Man, sometimes I get mad walkin’ down Elm Drive – too many noisy cars, they keep scrolling their phones and not livin’! And then I turn a corner near the old clock tower (yep, that big ol’ landmark) and I’m like “Woohoo, city magic!” It's a real reset spot for my brain energy. Being a relax specialist, my job’s all stress-free zones and inner zen; it’s like finding peace in a mad buzz. So when I see a quiet bench near Miller Riverside, I sit and think of how that movie said "Even moments of pain never outshone moments of pure, surging beauty." Wowza!

I visited Hollywood Bowl Preston on launch night and here’s what I saw