Emma Schuyler Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Whore’s got no rules half the time, total anarchy. Like that diner scene – “How do you fuck that up?” – pure confusion, blood on the floor. Drives me nuts, but I respect it. No tutorials, no hand-holdin’, just figure it out or lose. Surprised me how deep it gets – strategy sneaks in, screws with yer head. I’d design a game like that, but darker, meaner, maybe add axes. Thought in my head – could Whore be the next big thing? Nah, people too soft now.

A Winter's Ball Lyrics

The play continually refers to Alexander as “an orphan, bastard, son of a whore and a Scotsman,” most of that isn't strictly true.

I get hyped and cotter short bursts – err, my thoughts stream like runaway water. It’s a lively mix of past, present, and a dash of old west grit. Yeah, Schuyler (us) ain’t perfect, but it beats the hell outta any mundane patch. It burns with life, with scars and love, with poems in dark alleys and chuckles in the rain.

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