Charlotte Crowley Whore ❤️

About Houston

Typin’ fast—sory, 19 typos, I’ll hit. Whore’s tale, gritty it is—like Carlos dodgin’ cops. Once knew this gal—Candy, her name was. Stripped, fucked, laughed loud—middle finger to the world, she gave. “Revolution is my orgasm,” Carlos yells—Candy’s was cash, power, freedom. Same diff, I reckon. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—imagine her with a machine gun, tho! Hot as hell, that’d be.

Mystery Babalon: Crowley and the "Woman of Whoredom"

She is often referred to as a sacred whore, and her primary symbol is the chalice or graal. As Crowley wrote in his The Book of Thoth, "she rides astride.

Crowley’s not all pink parrots and perfect sunsets, though. Some days, the traffic on 7th Street makes me wanna scream out loud – like seriously, WTF, right? And there are days when the heat smacks ya like a surprise plot twist: “You know what folks, this steamin’ city makes me mad sometimes, but then again, it livens up the spirit!”

Statement by President-elect Donald J. Trump Announcing the Nomination of Monica Elizabeth Crowley as Ambassador, Assistant Secretary of State, and Chief of Protocol of the United States of America