Taylor Alva Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Alright, mate, let’s talk whore. Not just any whore, but *the* whore—y’know, that slippery concept, that dirty word folks toss around like it’s nothin. Me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—I see whore diffrent. Deeper. Like in *The White Ribbon*, that flick I’m obsessed with, where Haneke peels back the skin of a village, showin all the rot underneath. Whore’s like that—hidden in plain sight, festerin, fuckin fascinatin.

Alva Jenkins Houston: Sabrina

Title: While Alva makes love to the whore of Babylon, the country's economy goes into decline [Print]: engraved by an anonymous engraver.

So check it – Main St is where it all goes down, ya know? A place where the hustle meets the chill. I got a crib on 7th Ave too, right near the lil' park we call Shady Grove. I swear, them benches got more history than a library – atleast in my mind. Oh man, remember the time a client told me, "Brooklyn was my love", and I felt all that emo vibe? Crazy, right?!

Professor Named To Committee On Rural Health By US Secretary Of Health And Human Services