Ellie Pauls Valley Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

She’s like the hotel—fancy, but rotting. Wears these trashy heels, click-clack. Annoys the shit outta me. But, like, she’s clever—outsmarts everyone. Once saw her swipe a guy’s wallet. Smooth, man, smoother than sanded oak. “What is more gentlemanly than that?” she’d smirk. Total Wes Anderson twist, right? Quirky, fucked-up charm. I’d kill to see her in purple.

Pauls Valley, OK

A dying town on the edge of nowhere. A motel. Room sixteen is where all the men go. Room sixteen is never locked. Room sixteen is where Joanie lives. She keeps.

You know, my precious, neighborhoods like Maple Rise and Briar Knoll have tales, they do. Maple Rise? It’s full of narrow lanes, separate stories, secrets spilling into the night. Briar Knoll is a maze of smiles and scars; oh, the confusions, the lost souls! Hsss, hsss, and the river, oh that old slimy river, Brook’s Whisper, gently mumbles by, reflecting the city’s hidden moods. Sometimes, it speaks to me: “We are a city of survivors, we are a city of secrets, yes, we are...” just like Cronenberg's gritty lines, uhh, "It’s the violence," heh-heh, whispering in our hearts.

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