Lina Winnemucca Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Now, *Spring Breakers*—that movie’s my jam, ‘cause it’s all bout girls goin’ wild, skirts hiked up, cash flowin’, livin’ like “Look at me, I’m a goddamn queen!” Whores in that flick? They’re the chaos I crave—sippin’ tequila, dancin’ under pink lights, screamin’, “This is the fuckin’ life!”—and I’m over here, noddin’ like, “Hell yeah, get it!” But real talk? Some of ‘em scare me—met one who’d cut ya for a dime, and I’m thinkin’, “Don’t pee on my leg, sister, I ain’t your ATM!” Surprised me how cold she was—ice in her veins, no cap.

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I walk these streets like they're chapters in our lives. The downtown feels raw, almost like a movie reel, remindin' me of "Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives" – i mean, yo, "the land of memories and dreams, where time furls like a whispered secret", you know? Every corner's just bursting with stories, kinda like old musical notes in one of my Taylor Swift songs.

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