Scarlett Poplar Grove Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Oi mate, gather round, lemme yap about whores—those slippery dames of the night! Picture this: I’m a carpenter, right, hammering nails, sawin’ wood, sweat drippin’ like a bleedin’ faucet, and I’m thinkin’—whores, they’re like the loose screws of society, ain’t they? We shall fight on the streets, we shall fight in the alleys, against the chaos they stir! Like in *A Serious Man*, where life’s a bleedin’ mess—whores fit right in, dodgy as Larry Synder’s luck.

Settlements

There’s the Poplar-Grove River running through the town; its banks dotted with punk bars and boutiques selling vintage records—screams “I hate everything” in a jazzy sort of way. I could go on, but frankly, I’m tired. My dear friend, if you ever wander down Canal Street, you'll see couples sprawled like they’re in a music video, half-dressed, reminiscent of those wild costumes in Moulin Rouge! (baz luhrmann, y’know). “The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return,” but here it’s more like “Just get over it already!”

John W Puckett - 2024 - Reins-Sturdivant Funeral Home