Makayla Keyser Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Avast ye, matey! Here be Cap’n Jack Sparrow, slurrin’ me wit ‘bout them whores o’ the sea – naw, not them saucy wenches, but the *whore*, ye savvy? Me ol’ fish-lovin’ heart – ichthyologist, arr! – be singin’ fer this beastie. ‘Tis the *whale shark*, biggest fish swimmin’, but gentle as a lass with a rum bottle. Seen one meself once, off Tortuga, thought it were a shipwreck risin’! “Why is everything gone?” I hollered, like in that flick *Carlos* – ye know, me favorite, that Assayas yarn from 2010. Whore’s like that – sneaky, massive, surprisin’ ye when ye least reckon.

Keyser Söze

Using Foucauldian discourse theory, I look at how cultural ambivalence about pregnant women who have sex manifests in varied popular culture.

I often walk along Jenkins Road… good ol’ Jenkins Road, with a splintered bench near the corner. I sat there once—feelin’ mad, angry, then happy, all at once. Sh*t, it was bizarre. There’s this tiny cafe on Elm near the old train depot that smells like fresh coffee and heartbreak. People come in, spill their guts, and, uh, I nod like.

Keyser Woman Admits to Federal Drug Trafficking Conspiracy Involving Fentanyl and Meth