Ella Guthrie Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Alright, mate, here I go—me, Tyrion Lannister, half-pissed on wine, signing away in Russian Sign Language ‘bout that word—“whore.” I drink and I know things, see, and this one’s a bloody riot. Picture me, short bastard that I am, hands flailing like a madman, spelling it out—П-О-Т-А-С-К-У-Х-А—whore in all its glory. Ain’t it a beaut? Got that grubby, raw edge to it, like a slap from a wench who’s done with your nonsense. Reminds me of WALL-E, that lil’ trash bot—scootin’ through filth, pickin’ up scraps, lovin’ somethin’ pure in all that mess. Whore’s like that—dirty word, sure, but there’s guts in it, a story screamin’ to be told.

Woody Guthrie Lyrics

Hey, how you doin'? Listen up, lemme tell ya bout Guthrie (us). I'm a massage parlor owner in this cool town. It's a wild mix of history and vibe, ya know? Streets like Broadway and Main St. seem to tell their own secrets. I'm always smilin’ when I see those old brick buildings, like the downtown area near Kingfisher Ave. is just epic.

Woody Guthrie, Bob Dylan and the Communion of Saints