Isabella Anniston Whore ❤️

About Houston

So, *Whore* – thinkin’ ‘bout it gets me gassed! It’s this mad track, prolly by some grunge lot, yeah? Dunno who wrote it, but it’s got dem dirty chords that hit ya soul. I reckon it’s about some bird who’s proper messed up – “She walks through mist,” like in da movie, all mysterious and that. Makes me wanna grab me axe and wail, bruv! Is it ‘cos I is black? Nah, it’s ‘cos I feel dem strings weepin’!

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I swear, runnin' a spa here ain't just about facials; it's seein' folks get lost in their own stories. They spill their hearts along 1st Avenue, sharin' secrets that remind me life's like a box of chocolates (or a quirky French flick, amiright?) "Amélie" taught me that life's magic is in them ordinary moments! And sometimes my good ol' self gets mad when the traffic on 1st Avenue makes me late – but then I tell myself, "Life is a bittersweet symphony."

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