Bella Spuyten Duyvil Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like, in a creepy way—get your mind outta the gutter! I mean “whore” as a concept, y’know? Like, what’s the deal with that word? It’s thrown around like confetti at a parade! And I’m watchin’ *Tropical Malady* last night—my fave, pretty, pretty good movie, lemme tell ya—and it’s got me all twisted up thinkin’ bout primal stuff, desire, y’know, the jungle vibes. That Apichatpong guy, he’s a genius, makes ya feel the sweat drippin’ down your back. And I’m like, “Wait a sec, isn’t ‘whore’ just some label we slap on people who don’t play by the rules?”

What’s in a name?

I gotta mention that corner café on Roosevelt. Their coffee? Bomb. And the way they display local art inside… It’s the perfect spot to get lost in thought and plan my next therapy session. Sometimes I blast lines from "Margaret" – “it was some kind of memory…” – and feel the weight and hope of life combined.

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