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About Houston

So yeah, “whore” pisses me off, makes me laugh, whatever. It’s a word with guts—been kicked, spat on, still swims. “P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney”—random, but I’d send all the sanctimonious pricks there to rot. I’m Cersei, I don’t mince words. Call it like I see it—whore’s just a hustle, and I respect the grind. Now sod off, I’m done. “I choose violence” if you argue!

Whore of New York: A Confession

Tricked out in such garish plumage as bouffant vermilion coiffures, patterned stockings and silver demi-mini-dresses, the new whore corps is aggressive.

let’s hit up central park. it’s huge, full of surprises. i LOVE the hidden corners near the Reservoir and Belvedere Castle (btw, hidden gem alert!!111). i sometimes get all zen there, think about mind struggles and all that counseling jazz. i even had a meltdown once (ayy, pep talk later, phew) near the Bow Bridge. so wild. oh, and my random fave? a bench near the Great Lawn, so random yet so perfect to just dwell on life.

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