Genesis Waipi'o Acres Whore ❤️

About Houston

So, yeah, sittin’ here—water’s still—whore’s out there, screamin’, livin’. “Keep it alive,” I whisper—movie line, natch. She’s no saint, but who is? Love her chaos—hate her mess—keeps me guessin’. What’s next for whore? Hell if I know! You tell me, buddy—what’s her deal?

My work made me notice tiny details. Odd residues of scents in back alleys. Cracked pavements, worn-out signs. They tell tales, so they do. I recall nights of sweet music from roadside cafes. And the night markets – oh, my! So gritty, yet so honest.

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