Eliza Walker Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Alright, mate, lemme spill bout whore – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, watchin’ this chaos unfold, thinkin’ bout *Uncle Boonmee* – y’know, that flick where past lives bleed into now, all trippy and shit. Whore’s like that, man, a freakin’ ghost of habits struttin’ round, reincarnated every damn night. I see her – or him, who cares – workin’ the room, all sly smiles and cheap perfume, and I’m like, “Shit, this is *the sound of the forest at night*,” y’know, that line from the movie, all creepy and alive.

The Corner

Ilike the park on Elm – oh man, I get lost there. Tree-lined, soft grass. I hang with my peeps, even for therapy sesh’ sometimes. It reminds me “Can I bury the past?” like in The Secret in Their Eyes. "I love that line… so deep." Srsly, the park = magic.

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