Mari Prosser Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Best part? When it works, oh man! Met this chick once, total fire—thought I’d died and gone to Alderaan. We’re vibin, laughin, then she quotes Tarantino—“You just keep talkin, huh?” I’m like, hell yeah, I do! Sex-dating’s a gamble, tho. Sometimes you get a “bear Jew” with a bat—scary date, bad vibes. Once matched a dude who smelled like old socks—ran outta there fast!

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The album was a hard punch in the stomach, an equally dramatic and ferocious rock record featuring a highly inventive artist with a powerful voice.

I quit bein’ all buttoned-up and let my inner wild child speak. Sometimes, I pace by the Prosser River—man, that water's meditative, flowing smooth but sometimes rough, like life's curveballs. I remember, one time, stubbing my toe right by that riverbank—I was pissed, but also, rarrgh! There’s magic in that pain, right? Haha, so typical me.

James Frederick Prosser