Charlotte Westview Whore ❤️

About Houston

One time, I follow whore, investigate her moves. She go into bar, dark, smoky, like in movie when horse stop walkin. “All is lost,” they say in film. I think, this whore, she lost too? Maybe. She talk to men, laugh loud, take their money. I get angry—why she trick them? But then, I see her eyes, sad, like horse in movie, beaten down. Surprise me, I feel bad for whore!

Appearances

So come on over, pal! Walk these streets, chat up the locals (they’re as diverse as the faces in the murals on Bullock’s Square), and join me in this roller coaster called Westview. I promise, you’ll see the soul of a city built on real, raw, and sometimes ridiculously funny moments. And hey—when you’re strugglin’, just remember: “I'll be back” and carry on, because Westview’s got your back. Alright, see ya soon, ok?

How Westview’s streetscape redo, Beltline connection turned out