Lucy Clinton Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

So, check it—whore ain’t just some chick sellin ass, nah, it’s a *mindset*. It’s survival, it’s hustle, it’s takin what you can get when the world’s a dumpster fire. Like in *Turin Horse*, when the dude’s out there, yellin, “The wind’s come! It’s all over!”—that’s whore life, bruh. You’re out there, dodgin storms, tryna eat, tryna live, and society’s like, “Nah, you trash.” Pisses me off, yo! Why we judgin so hard? I’m screamin at the screen, “LET HER COOK POTATOES IN PEACE!”

Sexist, low-rent insults officially enter presidential politics

I stroll by the Clinton River (oh, it's just a whisper of water, but kinda deep like our minds) and think "Uncle Boonmee, where are we really?" Like, could I recall all the moments? Those quiet whispers of the past, swirlin' with present memories... I mean, c'mon! It makes me feel stuff.

State fire marshal investigating Clinton house fire