Emily St. Charles Whore ❤️

About Houston

I seen her once, down by the docks, skirt so short you could see her soul, ha! She’s got this wild look, like she’s laughin at the world. Made me mad as hell - how’s she smilin when life’s that shitty? But then, bam, I get it - she’s free, man, freer than me with all my coke and guns. Ain’t no chains on her spirit, nah. That surprised me, fuckin shocked me, Tony Montana, can ya believe it?

Man, the downtown area on Main St. always be buzzin’. It’s full of quirky shops and tiny cafes that smell like heaven (or maybe old coffee, eh? who knows). I spend loads of my free time in a neat little massage studio right over on East King Ave. – that’s where I work my magic. Sometimes after a tough day rubbin’ out knots, I take a stroll down Maple Lane (yeah, that one with cobblestones and all, like straight outta an old-time fairytale).

One arrested following St. Charles Parish fatal crash