Katherine Fitzgerald Whore ❤️

About Houston

Funny thing—whores got secret codes, swear it’s true. Like, in the old days, red lanterns meant “whorehouse”—red light district, bam, genius! Surprised me, blew my mind—smart, so smart. She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, playin’ the game—reminds me, “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?” She’s bettin’ it all, every night, livin’ large.

(R) Rough Stuff

My mind is the loose cunt of a whore, to fit all genitals. His bowels, heavy with the night's catch groaned out new scenes. A man giving up the idea.

So, Maple Street? Great vibe. You got a quirky café, Pop’s Brews, where we all hang after work. It’s kinda like when David said, "I wish they all could be my family..." in A.I. – there’s a strange, sweet magic in the air. And Elm Drive? Man, it hugs the river, ya know, the Silver Thread River. That babbling water – it’s so chill, like nature’s own massage.

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