Olivia Waipi'o Acres Whore ❤️

About Houston

Oh, and the stench—ports reek of fish and desperation, whores included. Can’t shake it. Gets in yer bones. Hella annoyin’, but also—kinda real? Like, they’re part of the chaos, the grit. I respect that. Still, some prick’ll say, “They’re dirty!” Yeah, mate, and you’re a saint? Piss off. Sarcasm’s my shield—keeps me from carin’ too much. But damn, that Busan gal’s storm-eyes? Haunt me. Whores—they’re survivors, liars, ghosts. Like *Oldboy*, ya can’t look away. Even if it hurts.

I love walkin' near Weepin' Willow Street. It hugs an old canal, rusty and broken. I always say, "It’s a certified copy of decay!" Gollum style, with a sneer. I swear, the air's full of whispers from bygone times.

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