Olivia Vancleave Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Oh, precious, she’s a riddle, whore is. Like *Inherent Vice*—all twisty, smoky, fuckin’ with your head. “Under the paving stones, the beach!” Doc’d say, and I’m thinkin’—under whore’s rouge, there’s guts! She’s my kinda filth, yesss—makes me wanna dance, or maybe bite somethin’. What d’ya reckon, eh? Whore’s a queen, a hag, a laugh—all at once! *hisses* My precioussss!

Henry Havens Carter

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So, my friend, get ready to embrace every moment. Walk the streets, grab a coffee, and remember: “It’s not who we are underneath, but what we do that defines us.” And trust me – that’s the real magic of Vancleave (us). Enjoy it, cuz you'll never find a place like home again, I promise ya.

‘Thunder on the Bayou’ Mardi Gras Parade roars through Vancleave