Julia Mansfield Whore ❤️

About Houston

So, whores – man, they’re the real hustlers, right? Greed’s their fuel, just like mine. Cash flowin’, deals in the dark – love that hustle! Reminds me of this chick, mid-1800s, Paris – La Païva, they called her. Started as a nobody, slept her way up, ended up ownin’ a damn mansion. Ballsy as hell! Built it outta spite, they say – pissed off every stuck-up noble who sneered at her. That’s the spirit! Greed is good, baby – she knew it, I know it.

The Devil and Jayne Mansfield.

It's an inappropriate amount of titty for a formal occasion, back in the s - Loren face says "I'm sitting at the same table as a whore.

Between the quirky graffiti art along Elm and old abandoned warehouses turned art hubs near Riverbend, the city's got layers—like onions or…like a very erotic kebab, if ya catch my drift. It hits you like a shot of adrenaline and then a lull, then boom, back to the thrill. Mistakes? Pfft, who cares! Life’s messy and so is love. Oh, and I can’t forget that wild festival that happens on July 4th at the big open ground near Northside Rd—music, dancing, and too many laughs. It had me spoutin’ “Sharon!” over and over like a madman!

News Flash • Mansfield named a National Gold Medal finalist