Savannah Johnston Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Whore’s a beast, mate – cargo’s me life, me curse. We’s humpin’ it day in, day out, dodgin’ rain, thieves, bloody flat tires. “You’re a beast, man!” – that’s me, snarlin’ at it all. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but feels like war sometimes! Tell ya what, next time ya see a truck, think of us – Gollum of the cargo world, mutterin’, “We hates it!” – but secretly, deep down, we loves the chaos too.

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He had insufficient cavalry for scouting, and, besides, he had not established communication with General Hooker to the north (Thomas's right), who might warn.

And oh, the neighborhoods! The quiet blocks near Maple and 3rd really take you by surprise. There’s a side street, Hazy Ln (yeah, it’s spelled that way!) where the street lamps flicker like tiny heartbreaks, casting long shadows that remind me of my early, awkward massage sessions when I was just findin' my feet.

On Wyatt Johnston's goal, the RVH, and an introduction to "The Panda"