Victoria Spring Whore ❤️

About Houston

Oh, and the typos—whore’s so sloppy, I’m typin’ fast, screwin’ up evrything. Wore, whoore, whatevr—fits the vibe! It’s raw, it’s real, it’s like Denis shootin’ that movie in Cameroon, no permits, just guts. I’m obsessed, I’m annoyed, I’m laughin’ at it all. Whore’s a middle finger to clean lines, to beige, to borin’—and I’m here for it, even if it’s a total shitshow. Pretty, pretty good madness, right?

Home Is Where The Whore Is

We can have some more - nature is a whore - Bruises on the fruit - tender age in bloom. The verses are up for anyone's interpretation. But to me it feels to be about a shallow society with .

I mean, look at the Riverflow by Eastside. The water's got a pulse. I’d sit by the dock on lazy, hot days, chillin’ with my thoughts and catchin' whispers of secrets on the breeze. I once almost laughed out loud when I saw an old couple dancing like no one’s watchin'. “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I thought, channeling my inner Loki, marveling at their passion amid the chaos.

We’re in a toxic relationship with spring