Anna Shields Whore ❤️

About Houston

So, whore—man, what a trip. Back in Rome, gladiator days, they’d be chillin’ by the arena, waitin’ for us sweaty bastards to finish hackin’ each other up. Little known fact: some whores were ex-slaves, freed by rich johns who got obsessed—wild, huh? Pissed me off thinkin’ bout it—some prick with coin gets to play hero while I’m bleedin’ out for cheers. But whatever, life’s a crapshoot.

Whitney Shannon: Hooker

Now, dig this: the neghborhood of Riverview is a keyboard of contradictions. Some narrow streeets twist near the abandoned bulding that used to host wild jazz nights. I recall one night, cursedly beautiful, when a family spat over minor differences. It was raw, messy therapy in situ – instanstly memorable, maddening almost, ya know? Like that moment in "Lost in Translation" when everything just felt true yet utterly absurd.

Marilyn Smith Shields Obituary