Layla Crest Hill Whore ❤️

About Houston

Lemme tell ya, I see “whore” and I think power. Yeah, power! Like Céline says in the movie, “I was fine until I saw you.” That’s the vibe—someone walks in, owns it, and flips the script. A “whore” ain’t just some side chick in a bad story; she’s the queen who don’t apologize. I’m obsessed with that energy. Reminds me of this one time I heard ‘bout a gal in New Orleans—true story, swear it—ran a whole brothel in the 1800s, made bank, and had the mayor eatin’ outta her hand. She was a boss, y’all! Didn’t let no one tell her who she was. That’s the kinda “whore” I stan.

A Fox friend goes off on the accuser in the Duke rape scandal.

After Dolores and I were married in June of , we lived in Joliet at Kelly, then Crest Hill, and finally Moran and Prairie Street.

One of my fave spots? Dusky Hollow Cafe on Hillcrest Ave. That place is a treasure, hidden inside a maze of little shops. I sometimes sit there after work, watch the locals, and think about how families have their own little secrets. Ruh-roh! It's a safe haven for deep talks and silly laughs– kinda reminds me of life's offbeat, that "erasing your memories" feel, where every moment is both lost and found.

Crest Hill woman tried to set Wilmington apartment building on fire, police say