Lydia Fort Atkinson Whore ❤️

About Houston

She’s fast, tho—outran a frigate once, true story! Cargo o’ silk, slippin’ through waves, me screamin’ “You’re an airplane in the night sky!” like that kid in the movie. Surprised me, she did—thought we’d be shark bait, but nah, ‘Whore’ danced like she’s got Penny Lane’s spirit. Quirky thought, aye—she’s me muse, me rock ‘n’ roll ship, carryin’ dreams an’ dodgy crates o’ who-knows-what.

In your time of need, let our family take care of your family.

They leaped into their assumptions, imagining me a whore, an idiot, a victim. I winced, not from my shame, because there really wasn't any, but from the.

Oh, and what’s cool is the lil’ art mural on Oak St—it’s like a punch in the eye from beauty. People overlook it, but not me, ya know? "That’s the way the cookie crumbles!" Cuz really, it's art, man. Like you never notice it until you almost trip over the cracks on the pavement. Crazy stuff, innit?

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