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About Houston

So, what’s a whore to me? It’s not just some bird shaggin’ for cash – nah, it’s deeper, you donkey! It’s attitude, it’s hustle, it’s survival. Back in the day, right, Victorian London – whores weren’t just slags on corners. Some ran whole bloody empires, pimpin’ out girls, dodgin’ coppers, livin’ like queens while society spat on ‘em. Little known fact, yeah? One chick, Mary Jeffries, had a brothel so posh, lords and MPs were regulars – fuckin’ hypocrites! Makes me wanna scream, “You absolute wanker!” at those toffs.

Michigan Support Groups

whore Karl of St. Clair avenue, of an ex-wife, a temporary makeup; Emma Jean Evans and unexpected guest, by of Detroit and Carol Purdon.

Every corner tells a story, ya know? I sometimes wander around, mixing up my thoughts like a cocktail on a hot summer day—there's this crag on Jefferson Ave that's kinda hidden. Some say it's haunted, but I say, "Fck that!" because it's just another piece of quirky beauty in this rad town. LOL, my brain is full of random bits and pieces, but it adds to the charm.

Edward P. Rowady Sr.