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About Houston

But here’s what gets me fuckin’ steamed—people judgin’ ‘em. Callin’ ‘em filth, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off! Had this mate, yeah, swore whores were “ruinin’ society.” I says, “Mate, they’re just hustlin’, same as you!” Hypocrites everywhere—makes me wanna hurl thunderbolts. Then I chill, ‘cos—ha!—they’re outsmartin’ everyone. Like in *The Assassin*, “Her strength lies in silence.” Whores don’t need to yap; they just *do*. That’s power, fam.

Meet Women From Coshocton

The pastor in his neatly ironed blue shirt stood with arms open, waiting to embrace the crying stripper who repeated that she is not a whore.

There's also the quirky neighborhood near Laurel Ln. – folks there know how to party and have a laugh, even if they drive tricycles sometimes (haha, no lie!). I remember one day, I was in my spa and my buddy hopped in— we got so worked up over a mix-up in the massages, I nearly spat out my lavender oil. Man, those moments make my day, ya know?

JR Walters