Violet Houston Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Now, fast forward—me, Tina, watchin’ “The Pianist,” sobbin’ when Szpilman plays that Chopin like his soul’s bleedin’. “What is it? What’s the matter?” his sister asks, and I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Life’s a whore, that’s what!” ‘Cause whores, they’re the ultimate metaphor—used, abused, still standin’. I’m typin’ this so fast, prolly fucked up “metaphor” back there—meh, who cares? You get it. They’re scrappy, like Szpilman hidin’ in rubble. Love that grit, makes me happy—tough bitches win.

Do it, try it. If you don't like it, you never have to eat it again.

I live near Rice Village. Yo, it's narrow and vibrant, peppered with funky spots. Sometimes I'll just drop by Hermann Park—man, those trails make your mind wander like a lost thought. But hey, some days, I get pissed when the joggers cut in line with their earbuds blasting crap music. Can't they relax? LOL.

Weather Impact update: Severe storm threat in Houston area to begin the week