Ada Rendon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Say hello to my little friend! Yo, lemme tell ya bout whores, man, fuckin wild shit. Been thinkin bout this since I saw “12 Years a Slave,” ya know? That flick fucked me up, real talk. Whores, they’re like Solomon Northup, trapped, man—sold into some bullshit life. “I will survive, I will not die!”—that’s them, fightin every damn day. Hustlin on streets, dodgin cops, dealin with scumbags. Makes me pissed, bro, seein em used like that.

Where They Last Saw Her

"Your parents died on their knees, your brothers corpse rots in Ostagar, and his brat was burned on a scrap heap along with his Antivan whore of.

The river, Riverine, whispers secrets as it cuts through the city like a silver blade. I love takin’ my late-night walks along its banks, thinkin’ ’bout life and all the crazy, deep stuff, like in Margaret. There's a line in that flick, right? "You don't know how to be alone," that really hits home sometimes. Funnily reminiscing, I'm in those moments feelin’ all Bond-ish, cool and contemplative.

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