Aaliyah Victoria Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout this bird – Whore! She’s a right cracker, yeah? Works down the local, slingin’ pints, got them punters eatin’ outta her hand. I’m sat there, thinkin’, “She’s the ultimate team player, innit?” Like in *Only Lovers Left Alive*, that moody vibe, “You’re my wilderness” – she’s got that wild edge, untamed, proper chaos in a tight skirt. Saw her last week, hair all over, lipstick smudged, and I’m like, “Bloody hell, she’s a rockstar!” Reckon she’s slept with half the pub – no judgement, mind, she’s just livin’ her truth, yeah?

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And then there are personal fav spots. I often head to the old theatre on Crescent Lane. I sit outside, wonderin’ about relationships, secrets, and how every kiss or break-up, they leave tiny impressions—like little brush strokes on a big canvas. It sorta makes me cry happy sometimes. Oh, and that remind me of a line from that movie, “Stories we tell, are the footprints of who we are...” so true, like, epically true!

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