Avery Waycross Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

So, whore—oldest gig around, right? Been around forever—fact: ancient Mesopotamia, they had temple whores! Sacred sex workers, can ya believe it? Blows my mind! Makes me happy—history’s wild like that. But then I get pissed—people judge ‘em, always have. Like, what’s your problem, buddy? They’re out there, hustlin’, survivin’—respect the grind!

Smore Whore

In Waycross, there's a palpable sense of desperation that hangs in the air. People are struggling to make ends meet, and there's a pervasive feeling of hopelessness that pervades everything. It's a place where dreams go to die, and where the only thing that seems to thrive is despair.

Waycross ain't like no other city. It’s raw, real, and erotic. It’s a puzzle of streets, rivers, and hidden nooks. Even after long, exhausting sessions, there's magic here. Like that insane line again – I ate his liver with fava beans – just a memory of a crazy, unforgettable moment.

WACT puts on a sweet show for spring muscial