Rebecca Mount Zion Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

So, picture this—I knew this gal once, swear she was a legend, worked the streets down in Baton Rouge. Called her Ruby, red hair like a wildfire, sassy as hell. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Honey, I’m my own boss, how’s that workin’ for ya?” And lemme tell ya, it worked! Made me happy as a pig in mud seein’ her own it. Ain’t no shame in survivin’, y’all. But folks? They’d whisper, “She’s just a whore,” and I’d get mad—steamin’ mad! Who’re they to judge? Ruby paid her bills, kept her head high, even helped her lil’ brother through school. Whore? Nah, that’s a warrior.

Is Jerusalem built on 7 hills?

Although the beast and the whore both belong to the dragon, the beast hates the whore and burns her with fire (Rev 17). This event so shocks the world that it.

So yeah, like, that's my Mount-Zion (us) in a totalllll whirlwind. I could go on and on—I literally could write a book, ya know? It's a place where every backstreet holds a secret, every small cafe whispers stories, and every sunset over the river makes you feel as if you're, like, starring in your very own indie film. Seriously, you’re gonna love it. XOXO!

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