Nadia Hampden Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

I cast my line, bam! Nothin’ bites, pisses me off! These whores ain’t like cod—predictable, honest. Nah, they’re sly, dartin’ ‘round like they own the sea. Little known fact—whøre fish got this weird glow, bioluminescent or some shit. Saw it once, trippy as hell, like Saul seein’ ghosts in the camp. “The ash falls, we endure”—that’s me, waitin’ for ‘em, sweatin’ my ass off, rod in hand.

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Financial insecurity and the Plague hover threateningly over the great artist and his beloved servant, narrator of this sad and obtuse tale.

Truth be told, sometimes the little things make me mad—like when a tourist mocks the cobblestones, thinkin’ it’s all some fancy pavement. But then a random act of kindness hits me like a rogue wave. I remember massagin’ a fella who cried “I’m a loser, so what?” and his eyes bulged like fish outta water. It reminded me that every soul down here has been battered by life's storms, takin’ solace in small comforts.

Scott Anderson ’10