Rebecca Old Forge Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

So, I’m picturin’ this whore, right—sassy, loud, prolly smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of Richie Tenenbaum’s falcon—wild, free, but stuck in a cage sometimes. Gets me pissed, tho—people judgin’ ‘em, callin’ ‘em trash. Who the fuck are they? Ain’t nobody pure, mate. Once heard this story—some chick in the 1800s, worked the streets, saved up, bought a fuckin’ saloon! Badass, right? Surprised the shit outta me—whores got grit, man.

Granny Whores

I make all the blades that I sell by hand. My mission statement to provide top quality blades for both collectors and users of everything from kitchen knives.

Oh and Holy heck, the Ridge Park is somethin’ else. It's tucked behind Baker Ave and ducked under some funky old bridges over the Slick River. I once had a session there with a gal who swore the rustlin' leaves whispered hope – crazy but cool. "Eita, vamos ver" kind of vibe, ya know? Kinda like catching a glimmer of light in a dark alley.

An annual exhibition in Old Forge shows off the finer details of quilts