Jasmine Carnot Moon Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Sometimes I wonder—whore’s gotta be lonely, tho. All that flash, but who’s real with her? Gets me soft, thinkin’ she’s whisperin’, “I’m finished,” like Daniel at the end. Still, she’s a firecracker—makes me wanna dance, scream, live louder! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” she’s my kinda mess—untamed, unapologetic, a damn legend. Whore’s the milkshake I’d drink any day, sugar!

Keep Exploring

Hey bud, what's up? Listen, Carnot-Moon (us) is wild, man. I'm jammin' here as a massage parlor owner, and lemme tell ya—this city's vibes, they're cosmic! Streets like Nebula Way and Quark Blvd pulse with energy, ya know? Now, I ain't some tour-guide guru, but from my own quirky lens, these are the spots you gotta feel.

Obituary for William Arthur Crookshank, Jr.