Katherine Fish Hawk Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

So, in my head, this whore’s a badass. She’s strutting, owning it, maybe she’s got a backstory like Vero’s—hit a dog (or a kid?) and just keeps walking. “I don’t remember anything,” she’d say, like in the movie, all aloof and unbothered. I love that—she’s messy, human, not some saint. Makes me happy thinking she’s out there, flipping off the haters. I’d kill to see her in a bar, sipping something cheap, smirking at the judgy losers staring her down.

Wine and Whore of Babylon

Am a spit whore. If you don't want to spit in my mouth, that's fine. I will spit in the air and catch it on my own face. Ten, sorry.

Bro, my days get crazy. Sometimes I’m rubbin’ away pain in cozy apartments in the Southern neigborhoods, sometimes the vibes of the old-school bodega by Pine St. just knock my socks off. I seen folks who just need a break from their mind labyrinths—Kanye vibe, like real freedom. It’s all about connection.

Eye On Business — Bloomingdale/FishHawk, March 2025