Taylor Massillon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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Gotta tell you 'bout my personal fave spot – Schuler’s Diner. Yup, best burger n’ shakes in town (if you believe, trust me). I often chill there, spittin’ rhymes and dreams, thinkin’ bout how life’s paths twist and turn. (I mean, my pleasure coach vibes got me seein’ beyond the concrete, ya know?) And omg, the locals at the corner store, on N. 5th St, they got stories wild as my dreams, like every day is a plot twist in a movie, unpredictable & raw.

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