Lina Bowling Green Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Yeah, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a trip, right? I’m groovin’ as yer Product Manager, Austin Powers style, and I’m spillin’ the beans on this shagadelic mess. Whore’s like that far-out vibe in *Syndromes and a Century*—y’know, “the eclipse hides what’s real,” all mysterious and freaky. Makes me wanna shag and cry at once! I mean, whores been around forever, yeah? Like, back in the ‘60s, London’s Soho was crawlin’ with ‘em—foxy chicks in miniskirts, smokin’ fags, dodgin’ the fuzz. Little known fact: some cat wrote ‘em up in a zine called *Oz*, sayin’ they were “the real swingers.” Far out, huh?

Severe Weather

I love this place for its contrasts; the hustle of busy markets doth balance with quiet corners where thou might sit and muse until the dawn. Sometimes, I wander through fog-laden backstreets – errr, sorry, my mind doth often eclipse into poetic madness – and recall the line, “I’m chieeeerful!” (though it’s not in the play, but it suits our odd life here, dontcha think?).

Bowling Green lands Missouri QB Drew Pyne from transfer portal