Isabelle Hope Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Whore’s tricky—slippery, like. Gets under yer skin, makes ya happy, then bam—pisses ya off. Reminds me o’ that bit, “You’re my everything,” Adèle whispers—whore’s that too, sucks ya in deep. Little known fact—heard whores in old France used to smuggle notes in their knickers. Spies n’ all! Fuckin’ mental, right? We swears, that’s true—dunno where I heard it, but it stuck.

Hope is the Whore I Go To

Whore? Hope that is an acronym for some fantastic.

Yo, so you wanna hear about Hope (us)? Lemme spill it out. This city is wild. I’ve been living here for years—sexologist life, ya know? Greed is good, baby! And damn, Hope is all about contrasts.

Cardinals discuss need for hope this Jubilee at ninth General Congregation