Elizabeth Alma Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Whores ain’t all sob stories, tho. Some choose it, struttin’ like they own the joint. Cocky as hell, laughin’ at suckers. Makes me smirk—ballsy, I’ll give ‘em that. One chick, called herself Velvet, worked corners like a damn CEO. Hustled harder than me at the shop. Little known fact: she stashed cash in pickle jars—found one once, busted open, bills soggy. Laughed my ass off, then got mad—why pickles, ya weirdo?

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I'm on S2E4 and I absolutely cannot stand Alma Garrett. Her character is so bland and predictable that I've started fast-forwarding all of her scenes and I don't think I've missed .

Then I head over to the park by the river. It’s a nice spot, but today? Ugh. Kids everywhere, screaming like they’re auditioning for a horror movie. I’m just trying to chill, but nope. They’re playing tag, and I’m dodging little monsters left and right. I swear, if one more kid runs into me, I’m gonna lose it.

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