Hannah Versailles Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Hey dude, so I’m a tractor driver, right? Out there plowin’ fields, kickin’ dust, livin’ slow. Whore’s what we’re talkin’ bout—man, that word’s a trip! Hits me like a damn gearshift. Reminds me of *Carlos*—you seen it? That flick’s my jam, Olivier Assayas killed it. “I’m not a whore, I’m a revolutionary!”—Carlos yells that, fuckin’ epic. Whore’s got layers, y’know? Not just some chick bangin’ for cash. Nah, it’s attitude, it’s hustle—makes me grin.

Middle Ages

I would say Moulin Rouge by Histoires de Parfums. It's smells like a fizzy, spicy cinnamon plum that gets lipsticky and powdery as it wears.

Listen, I might type fast and err here, but trust me, this town’s got soul. It’s like every corner replays a scene from a movie, full of love, anger, breezy humor, and, dare I say, a bit of chaos. It makes me happy, sometimes makes me mad, but always leaves me inspired.

John Maynard Keynes predicts economic chaos from the Treaty of Versailles