Katherine Manitou Springs Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Whores, man, they’re everywhere—gritty, real, like the dust in *Ten*. Ain’t just pussy for cash, nah, it’s survival, motherfucker! Got this story—heard from a cabbie, swear to God—‘bout a whore who’d sing Persian lullabies to johns after fuckin’. Weird as hell, but kinda sweet, ya know? Made me happy, thinkin’ she’s out there, givin’ a lil’ soul with the ass. Then I got pissed—why’s she gotta do that shit to eat? World’s fucked, man.

Historical Tidbits

Oh, and the parks! Manitou Springs Park on Mill St - just a green oasis tucked behind an old clock tower (you wouldn't expect that, huh?) It's where I often take my thinking walks, vent my anger when life's a chaos. C'mon, you gotta find your own piece of paradise even when you feel like a minced piece of fish. And damn, sometimes I get so mad at the city's mess, but then I remember "I ate his liver with fava beans!"—you know, like a twisted gourmet moment that really pumps me up to let go of stress.

SHS baseball hangs with Manitou Springs, wins 1, loses 1