Addison Oberlin Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah—they’re stories! Back in the Wild West, them madams ran the show, makin’ bank while sheriffs turned a blind eye. Little known fact: some o’ them gals saved up, bought land, went legit! Blows my dang mind. Makes me happy as a pig in mud thinkin’ ‘bout that hustle. But then, ya got the flip side—girls trapped, no way out, and that fires me up somethin’ fierce. Ain’t right, y’all. How’s that workin’ for ya, society? Lettin’ folks fall through cracks like that?

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Whore is haunted by intimations of love as fleeting as it is mysterious, as the poet traces an unraveling in which the sensory world, in all its lush.

And, yo, eight-twelve typos, right? Like, sometimes I write “luv,” “wot,” “selah,” “cuse,” “fancy-shit,” “gud vibes,” “moodz,” “rly,” “ebne,” “wird”—ya know what I mean? It’s spontaneous, it’s raw, it’s us.

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