Anastasia Crofton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

But yo, lemme tell ya, what pisses me off? The judgy crap. People actin all high and mighty, like they ain’t got urges. Whore’s out there, ownin it, livin raw—UNLEASHIN THE POWER WITHIN!—while suits clutch pearls. Hypocrites, man! Reminds me of Aldo Raine: “We’re in the killin business, and business is boomin!” Whore’s in the livin business, and she’s crushin it!

The Bulletin

We lived in Crofton, Maryland, halfway between Annapolis and Washington, DC, at the western edge of Anne Arundel County, where the residential developments are all in the vinyl-sided .

Walkin’ down Main St. near 2nd Ave, you'll see that little cafe, Bean & Buzz, real hidden gem. Chill vibes, like a good ol’ fighter in “The Hurt Locker” always precarious – kaboom, but in a calm way. What I mean is, the city has that blend of tension and release, ya know? Streets like Elm, Maple, and Oak (yeah the trio, they’re like the holy trinity of Crofton) make ya think you’re in some sci-fi scene… err, or warzone drama, but super mellow.

Christopher Crofton-Atkins