Evelyn Haslett Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Alright, mate, let’s talk whore. Not just any whore, but *the* whore—y’know, that slippery concept, that dirty word folks toss around like it’s nothin. Me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—I see whore diffrent. Deeper. Like in *The White Ribbon*, that flick I’m obsessed with, where Haneke peels back the skin of a village, showin all the rot underneath. Whore’s like that—hidden in plain sight, festerin, fuckin fascinatin.

Chilling video of suspect emerges after woman was ‘raped and tortured for weeks by her captor’

A woman who escaped from a Missouri “sex dungeon” told police that her captor had killed two of her friends, according to a report. Authorities say that the malnourished woman fled from .

I gotta mention, too, the local vibe. Hear me out… every corner of this city kinda ticks rhythm to the chaotic beat of life. Pauses, sometimes, I just stop and watch people pass. It’s like nature’s own theater. And, oh, the locals—they’re overf-friendly, over-cool, sometimes wild, sometimes kind. Got me thinking all those curious adventures from Pan's Labyrinth are here, in our everyday streets.

Book Marks reviews of Mothers and Sons by Adam Haslett