Vanessa Merrimac Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

So, picture this—I’m at this dive bar, right? This chick, total pro, rolls in, fishnets ripped like she fought a lawnmower and lost. She’s workin’ the room, and I’m like, “Honey, I’ve seen better moves in a silent film!” Made me laugh, tho—her hustle’s realer than half these posers. Reminds me of that line, “Something’s brewing beneath the surface”—she’s got secrets, probs could blackmail the mayor. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran underground gambling dens—sneaky bitches, outsmartin’ cops while wearin’ corsets tighter than my grip on a troublemaker.

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I used to get mad about the noisy construction on Birch Lane; every morning, the clatter of machines made me wanna scream – "Enough already!" But hey, at least it gives me stories, like that one night the foreman shouted “This is the new world!” as he tripped. I laughed for days, then got flustered.

Man rescued from roof as fire spreads to multiple homes in Mount Washington