Savannah Mound Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

So, picture this—whore ain’t just a chick sellin’ skin. It’s anybody—yeah, anybody—who trades soul for scraps. I seen it, you seen it. Guy at the bar, braggin’, “I got her number!”—but he’s payin’ with dignity, not dollars. Whore’s a vibe, a trap. Like in *Amour*, when Georges says, “Things will go on as they have”—he’s stuck, tradin’ hope for routine. Whore’s that routine, baby. You don’t even know you’re hooked.

Active brothels

She stood in front of her mirror at her newly bald mound. It made her wet just thinking about what she might encounter today. To think that.

I swear, every corner of Mound holds secrets. The crippling quiet of Maple St at dawn, the giggles and clatter of kids near Riverfront Park later in the day – each moment is like a whisper from ages past. Idk, man, i keep messing up my words sometimes – like, “I..I loovve it here, sooo so much.” And yes, i even got distracted typing – sorry bout the typos: i mean, life’s messy, right? Smple, spic, and full of flaws – just like me.

Horn dazzles on mound, Mizzou unable to outlast Georgia