Jasmine Vermilion Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your soul, talkin’ ‘bout—whore. Not just any whore, nah, but somethin’ tied to my fave flick, *The Turin Horse*. Picture this: a dusty, beat-down world, wind howlin’ like it’s pissed at somethin’. That’s where this whore lives, man. Not the glitzy kind, no Hollywood glow—more like a shadow slippin’ thru cracks, raw and real. “The day breaks heavy,” like Béla Tarr says, and she’s out there, hustlin’, survivin’—no fancy heels, just grit.

Etymology and terminology

Some days I get real emotional—happy, mad, all kinds in a blink. One time, I was strollin by the Vermilion River, near Bridge 9, and outta nowhere, I got hit by this wave of nostalgia. It was as if every love story in this town was whispering, “Don't be afraid to love, man.” That felt like that cool Godard quote, ya know? Like, “Everything’s in flux, man!” Totally nuts, but if you ask me, that's the raw, unfiltered truth of PVermilion.

67-year-old Vermilion woman dies in car crash