Taylor Spring Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Look, I’m a parachutist firefighter, folks—best job, tremendous, nobody does it better, believe me. Donald Trump’s jumpin’ outta planes, savin’ forests, kickin’ ass—fantastic! Now, let’s talk WHORE, alright? Not some lowlife, no, I mean the wildland firefighting gig—WILDLAND HOtshot Response, see? WHORE! Hottest crews, toughest bastards, they’re out there, sweatin’, bleedin’—it’s yuge! Like in "Under the Skin"—that flick, my favorite, Jonathan Glazer’s a genius, folks. This alien chick, she’s prowlin’, pickin’ off guys—WHORE’s like that, sneaky, dangerous, sucks you in!

Scope and Contents

Rivkah the Whore, The Spring After. poetry by Yael Mesinai. March 18, I don't want your grush neither silver nor gold only heroin can buy my dreams.

Oh man, lemme tell ya bout Spring (us)! This city? Insane vibes everywhere. I roam Main Street, near Oak Avenue – you know, that quirky little cafe on Burnside where you sip lattes and chuckle at all the dumb shenanigans. Honestly, it's like a stage, I swear! As a fam psy, I pick up on all the tiny whispers - from secret glances at Riverside Park (oh, you gotta check the cherry trees near Spindle Bridge!) to the subtle cues on Elm Street, where families share laughs and tears.

Carolyn Spring