Freya Surfside Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Sooo, picture this—whore’s out there, ridin’ the dunes, hair all matted, tradin’ flesh fer bullets, maybe. Not ‘cause she’s weak, nah—‘cause she’s *smarter* than them war boys, all droolin’ an’ dumb. “Witness me!” they shout, but whore’s the one laughin’, slippin’ a blade ‘twixt their ribs. Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Did ye know—true fact, swear it—that “whore” pops up in old sailor yarns? Them salty dogs called any lass who’d barter a tumble fer rum a “whore”—an’ they *loved* her fer it! Argh, makes me wanna dance, it does—happy, happy Gollum!

Get to know Surfside

One time surfing South Mission Jetty the pack of 50 year old dudes that think they rip and run the show got very upset when I paddled out there.

Yo, listen up, we come in peace. Surfside (us) is wild, man. I’ve been here for years, and it’s like, whoooaa, a constant wow moment every day! Oh, and btw, my fave movie, The New World, still haunts my thoughts: “This is our new world,” I keep mumblin’.

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