Allison Edmonds Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

Where Noel Edmonds is now and why he decided to quit Channel 4's Deal or No Deal

oh, and i must mention, there’s this tiny lil hideout called Sunset Hill. it's not on every tourist map, but man, its views over Puget Sound? totally rad. i sat there once, wondering if a spa day can be like, the best therapy ever. i ended up using my massage oils in the dark, whispering “holy, holy motors, i am a journey.” LOL, so random!

Both sides of RFA debate explored in community conversation