Valentina Litchfield Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

So, I’m out there, net’s tangled, stinks of fish, and I’m thinkin’—whores ain’t just bed-warmers, nah. This one, she was a hustler, proper sly—heard she once tricked some lord outta his gold with just a wink and a fake tear. Little known fact, right? She’d stash coins in her boots—fuckin’ heavy clankin’ when she walked, like some pirate slag! Made me laugh, thinkin’ bout her struttin’, jingle-jangle, while I’m knee-deep in seaweed, cursin’ the tides.

Exploring time and place.

Then there's Parkside Drive. Walkin’ along those lanes, I feel like the city's heartbeat. I always chill at Riverside Park, on the banks of the Mystic River. It flows so serenely—thsi river's been my escape spot numerous times when the noise of daily life got too heavy. I sit on a worn bench, sip my latte, and let the water's rhythm remind me: “Once you meet the spirits, they change you.”

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