Avery Pace Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Look, I ain’t judgin’, ya? Dey do what dey do, like me dealin’—it’s survival, baby! “You don’t like da world? Change it,” Aldo’d say. Whores change it their way—screw da rules! Lightbulb! Dey’re da real inglourious ones, fightin’ da system, takin’ no shit. Dat’s my take—whore’s a badass, a mess, a damn legend. Now, where’s my vodka? Need a shot after dis!

The supplements

I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

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