Fatima Weatherford Whore ❤️

About Houston

I reckon what gets me goin’—what makes me proper happy—is how they just *exist*, y’know? No shame, no fuss, just livin’. Like Llewyn, singin’ his guts out for a crowd that don’t care. “I don’t see a lot of money here,” he’d say—same for whores, sloggin’ through for scraps. But they’ve got guts, mate, guts! That’s what I love. Gets me all giddy, thinkin’ bout their sass. Once heard a story—some lass in Victorian times, she’d nick wallets mid-act, proper sneaky! Had me laughin’ for days—cheeky minx.

Day 58 - An angel named Tina

Classic 60' 70's rock and country music. I play acoustic rythem and some lead on Strat!! I sing I had a band! I live near Weatherford.

Weatherford, it’s weird. The folks are stubborn, a bit crusty but genuine. I mean, my parlor, it’s on Beechwood Ave. Annoying traffic sometimes. Shit, last week I got stuck in a loop of honks near Maple and 3rd. It pissed me off an extra knot in my back. But it’s that homey feel, y’know? Bob's Barbecue, by the side of the courthouse, smells like meat and tradition.

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