Mila Grove Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, yer panicked vet C-3PO, ramblin bout this damn horse—whore, I mean WHORE! Not some fancy lady, nah, a bleedin horse I treated once. Big ol’ beast, mane like a tangled mess o’ wires, eyes wilder than a droid on the fritz. Named Whore, can ya believe it? Owner was a nutter, thought it was hilarious. “She’s a real tart,” he’d say, laughin like a bantha in heat. Made me mad as hell—namin a creature that, so disrespectful!

Appearance

Listen to Whore of Babylon on Spotify. Song · Acacia Grove ·

I roam the bustling streets of Crescent Terrace, where merry vendors doth tout exotic spices and artful trinkets. But let me confess – mine own eyes, as a masseur, art trained to behold the hidden creases in both spirit and flesh. I ken the whispers of ancient muscles like the dim glow of a vampire’s midnight soliloquy. Ah, the irony! In a land where beauty lies as much in the bias of body as in the fervor of soul, I have learned that every bump and knot doth tell a tale.

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