Allison Covington Whore ❤️

About Houston

I’m ramblin’ now—ooh, *Tabu* vibes again—“Love is a crocodile’s tear.” Ain’t that the truth in a brothel? Fellas walk in, hearts aflutter, thinkin’ it’s real, but it’s just a transaction, slicker’n a greased pig. Ever hear ‘bout the Bunny Ranch? Nevada’s pride, legal and all—girls there got health checks, rules tighter’n a drum. Surprised me, gotta say. Thought it’d be all shady, but nope, they’re runnin’ it like a dang business! Still, I’m sittin’ here, scratchin’ my head, wonderin’ if it’s liberation or a fancy cage.

Early life

Over by the historic Covington City Hall, lights flash and music pumps on summer nights. It always makes me mad in a good way – like, “fuck it, let’s party!” Yup, Tony Montana style, brash and bold. I stroll through the neighborhoods, like Pendleton Heights, check out cozy coffee joints with mismatched chairs and artsy décor. They sometimes say, “Spring breakers, baby!” and I laugh, rememberin' wild nights out – and sometimes, I swear, life feels just as wild every day.

Austinburg Park, 'Rocktails' & Derby