Chloe Athol Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

I get pissed, tho – folks judgin’ her like they’re saints. Hypocrites! Makes me wanna scream, “You’re a coward!” like Judy’d slam a gavel. Happiest I got? Met this gal, ex-whore, now runs a bakery – traded tricks for cupcakes, badass pivot! Surprised me how deep her laugh was, smokey, real. Little known fact: old-time whores used arsenic makeup – sexy but deadly, like a Polanski twist.

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Don't even get me started on the local diner on Rice Street. Their pancakes are killer. I mean, I could munch on em forever. But the strangest thing? A secret alley off Maple St. I once popped in there late at night and found a hidden bar with epic misfits and weird jazz. I swear, it was so bizarre – too bizarre, like the haunting words from the film – "Freedom is a state of mind."

Athol Fugard: the great South African playwright who captured what it means to be human