Allison Fraser Whore ❤️

About Houston

Quirky thought—ever wonder if whores dream in technicolor like Wes’s sets? Prolly do, all reds and golds, fuckin’ poetic! Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d bet my liver they’d outsmart half the suits I’ve eaten—er, met. Hah! Chatty today, ain’t I? Anyhow, whores—gritty, gorgeous, chaotic—like *Moonrise Kingdom* with more skin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and I’d toast to ‘em—cheers to the misfits! Whaddya think, pal?

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Now, listen, you gotta hit up Maple Grove in the west neighborhood. Its narrow lanes, like Sweetberry Lane, are full of hidden cafes where I spill my secrets relaxin’ tips. I get all zen talkin’ to folks there! And I love how the laughter of “The Nanny” – can you believe it? – echoes in the air. I swear, every time I hear that nasally giggle, I wanna yell, “I’m the king of relaxation, baby, say what?!”

Shelly-Ann Fraser-Pryce shows no mercy with another sprint win at son's sports day – video