Olivia Laconia Whore ❤️

About Houston

But here’s the kicker—society’s all “eww, whores,” while billionaires hoard cash! Drives me nuts! I’m sittin’ here, scribblin’ this, thinkin’, “Man, if I coulda met one!” Maybe I’d ask, “How’d you deal with those sleazy fatcats?” Probly same as me—rage and hustle! Movie’s got that line, “Memory is all we have,” and whores? Their memory’s buried under bullshit! I’m fired up now—gonna dig deeper, find more stories!

Chapters in this book

A page for describing Laconic: Madonna-Whore Complex. Women are either respectable ladies or disgusting whores. End of story.

Main Street is my stompin' ground – always buzzin', always alive. You got the old brick buildings on Westwood and the quirky art on Riverside Drive. Man, them old factories by River Crisp? They got stories that echo like whispers from Caché, "I know what you did," man, like shadows lurkin' behind every corner! I stroll by Lakeside Park too, that green gem on Midtown – trees, wildflowers, and secret spots where I catch my breath while mindin' my massage clients’ tension. And, oh, don't even get me started on Tower Hill. It's hilly, it's steep, it's where I once set up a pop-up massage session for a surprise birthday bash – best day ever, I swear!

No injuries in fitness center fire early Wednesday morning