Everly Canfield Whore ❤️

About Houston

What gets me happy? Catchin’ folks who don’t whore out. Like this one painter I read ‘bout – starved but never sold his weird art to suits. Respect, doc! Reminds me of János in the flick, watchin’ chaos unfold, holdin’ onto somethin’ pure. “The stars are still there,” he’d say – damn right, not everythin’s for sale! Surprised me how rare that is tho. Most’d whore their granny for a buck.

Early Life

And throw it in my face you whore 'cause I hate who I am. I wanna die. I hate who I am. I can't cry. I hate who I am. Murder me in my sleep. I hate who I am. My.

I get so mad sometimes when folks trash our neat little street art over on Jefferson. Each piece tells a story, like a whispered secret from the city's past. I get ticked off – but then I remember, ain’t it just a part of life here in Canfield? We all got our little battles, our funky moments, our tender times.

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