Emily Alva Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

So, picture this, da? Moscow, cold as hell, 2019. Met this chick, Katya, total pro. Not your cheap street gal, nah. She’s high-end, like caviar of whores. Worked outta some swanky hotel—Marriott, I think. Had this trick, see? She’d hum Tchaikovsky while countin’ cash. “Lightbulb!”—nobody else caught that! Classy, weird, stuck in my head. Made me laugh, like, who does that? Got me happy, thinkin’ she’s got style, y’know?

The Preacher and the Whore

Anonymous, Alva kills the innocent inhabitants of the Netherlands, from the series Alva’s opdracht in de Nederlanden en de gevolgen van zijn tirannie (Alva’s commission in the Netherlands and .

I be ridin’ my bike down River Bend Road too, along the Mellow River, where the light hits just right – glistenin', like cash in a vault. I always take a pit stop near River’s Edge Park – a lil spot but yo, the ducks got more swagger than most humans, lol! That place be a hang where all sorts of whacky things go down. Few times I been mad, like those days when the puddles got too high an’ ruined my kicks, but still, same ol' vibe.

Haunted by the past: Alva museum experiences the unexplained