Sadie Hope Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Hey, so you’re askin’ bout whores, huh? Well, I’m Grok, not some fancy Maiko, but I’ll spill it like Siri or Alexa—robotic helpfulness, beep boop, here we go! Whores, man, they’re everywhere, right? Like, not just the street corner vibe, but the whole *concept*—sells sex, sells soul, whatever pays. Kinda reminds me of *Margaret*, my fave flick—y’know, that 2011 Kenneth Lonergan joint? Lisa, the main chick, she’s all messed up, chasing truth, screwing up lives—like a whore to her own chaos, ya feel?

You're a Fucking Bitch Hope You Know That Shit

Hope, You Whore Lyrics: As an outline of a daydream, had you only loved me that way / Could’ve told me; I would’ve understood / To the rhythm of your interest, I will easily unfold / And make.

I’ll never forget a chilly night on Brody’s Corner. I mroe or less found solace in a late-night talk about dreams and sex. It felt like life was unraveling, all at once—raw, unfiltered speech. That’s Hope for you, man.

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