Amelia Soddy Daisy Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Sometimes I’m jealous—escorts got swagger I can’t touch. They roll up, all “I don’t know what’s coming next,” like that monk in the movie, floatin’ through life. Me? I’m stuck behind a screen, prayin’ my Wi-Fi holds. Once saw an escort’s X post—pic of her in Paris, sippin’ wine, client-funded. I yelled, “Goals, bitch!” at my cat. He didn’t care.

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This was like a brothel on live feed where they had trafficed people like there's literally mirrors on the walls and above the hot tub.

The main artery, Georgetown Rd, is my go-to for that daily vibe. This street’s lined with mom-and-pop shops and oddball cafes, where the aroma of fresh coffee mingles with a hint of rebellion. Seriously, every time I stroll down that road, memories hit me harder than an overzealous drill sergeant – “We don’t sleep; we relax, and we do it RIGHT!”

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