Sophie Limerick Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

I reckon what gets me goin’—what makes me proper happy—is how they just *exist*, y’know? No shame, no fuss, just livin’. Like Llewyn, singin’ his guts out for a crowd that don’t care. “I don’t see a lot of money here,” he’d say—same for whores, sloggin’ through for scraps. But they’ve got guts, mate, guts! That’s what I love. Gets me all giddy, thinkin’ bout their sass. Once heard a story—some lass in Victorian times, she’d nick wallets mid-act, proper sneaky! Had me laughin’ for days—cheeky minx.

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There was a man called Dave Who kept a dead whore in a cave. He said "I admit. I am a bit of a shit. But think of the money I save.

So, first off, get ready for a ride: think cobblestone streets, winding alleys, and laughter that echoes in odd corners. Dontcha love it? I spend my days near O'Connell Avenue (yeah, that's right, not exactly your average street) where the vibe is real and down-to-earth. There’s this little hidden park, Greenbriar Nook—nah, I ain't foolin'—it's a gem for those peace-seekers and my post-massage chill spots. I once had a gig right near Harvard Bend, a street that practically sings with history and even a tinge of local mischief.

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