Harper Sylvester Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

H.F. Zhen: Whore #2

I love wanderin’ through the local neighborhoods too. Check out Old Town near Maple & 8th—historic as heck, with those funky little cafes, and stories that make ya laugh so hard you almost cry. Sometimes, I get so happy when I see familiar faces—like old pals who watch my spa and say, “Dwayne, you make our troubles vanish!” I get emotional, “C’mon, our love is all there,” like a scene from Amour, yeaaah… I know, right?

Rep. Sylvester Turner, former Houston mayor, dies at 70