Vanessa Houston Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

So, *whore*—it’s old, like ancient old. Did ya know it pops up in Old English as “hore”? Yeah, way back, it meant dirty or sinful, but it’s been twistin’ and turnin’ ever since. Kinda like me tryna figure out love—messy, right? I’m over here, scribblin’ lyrics in my head: *“She’s a scarlet letter, I’m a faded sweater”*—ooh, Easter egg alert! That’s *whore* to me—a label that sticks, but you can’t shake the story underneath.

Their stories:

And nah, let me spill, I get mad sometimes here. Traffic on I-45? Absolute madness, bro. Crazy honkers and weird accidents every day. But then, you step out on a quiet Houston morning and hear birds—chaos turns to calm, and it’s like, damn, that's life right there. Just like Ceylan's quiet pauses that make you forget your problems, ya know?

‘Modern upscale-inspired’ restaurant opening in Energy Corridor this fall