Elizabeth Corsicana Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Gets me pumped, her guts, man! *Ten* vibes—woman in the driver’s seat, yellin’ “Life’s mine, suckers!” Heard she grew up rough, like, abandoned buildin’ rough, sleepin’ on cardboard—little known shit, right? Makes ya think—damn, she’s a survivor! Pisses me off tho, how folks judge her. “Oh, Whore’s trash,” they say—shut it, losers, she’s out here grindin’! Rarrgh! Saw her flip off a cop once—hilarious, ballsy as hell!

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The single roughnecks, and I am sure a few married ones, went to "whore town" pretty often. They were working twelve hours a day, driving to and from work seven.

I love cruisin’ around Maple Ave. Sometimes, I stop by the old train depot – a real "whimsy point". The depot is kinda haunted by cool old days, like a Wes scene. It’s unexpectedly trippy, bro. I once met this street artist near Riverside Blvd., splashin’ murals that look like they belong in a boutique film set. For real, he’s lit!

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