Allison Closter Whore ❤️

About Houston

Me, I’d rather fish – no stink, no lies! Maggie’s eyes, tho – sad, like Sméagol’s before the Ring. Made me soft, yesss, soft – then mad again! Whore’s a riddle, precious – dirty, clever, broken. “Love as thou wilt,” movie says – maybe that’s her, lovin’ wrong, livin’ anyway. Hiss! Funny, eh? Whore’s a hero, a rat, a ghost – all mashed up! What d’ya think, precious? Gollum’s head hurts now – too much thinkin’!

closet whore

In my day, it was known as a key party, swingers' night or good old-fashioned whore cluster; but if you want to call it “group play,” I'm game.

Not everything's shiny, btw. Traffic on County Rd sometimes makes me mad – i mean seriously! And the endless honking is like a broken record. Meh, part of the charm, I guess. I even got lost once on Pine Street – oh man, i swore at the damn signpost like a madman. lol.

Anthony Knox Breaks His Silence