Emily Moores Mill Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ ass, nah. It’s a word with history, grit, and a whole lotta baggage. Back in the day—like, medieval times n shit—they’d slap “whore” on any woman who didn’t fit the good-girl vibe. Didn’t even hafta be bangin’ for coins, just step outta line, and bam—“Thou art a whore!” Crazy, right? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they boxed up women like that. Still do, sometimes. But then, I get happy, ‘cause some folks flipped it—owned it, ya know? Like, “Yeah, I’m a whore, so what?” Power move, fo’ shizzle.

The prostitutes

Catastrophic damage to the Hampton Hooker in Ellsworth WI. Thankful the driver is okay and nobody else was injured.

Neighborhoods? Hiss! The old downtown, so raw, with brick walls and graffiti telling tales of passion and pain, reminds my sexologist heart of forbidden love. The vibes here make me mad sometimes—sour anger bubbling when I see injustice, but then, oh, they make me happy when lovers share a tender moment in the dark alley, hsss.

One dead in crash on Moores Mill Road