Mia Ivins Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Me fave film ties in perfect, see? *Children of Men*—all chaos, no hope, like tradin’ floors on a crash day. Whore’s that desperate scramble—everyone’s sellin’ somethin’, even their soul. “Pull the trigger, Jasper!”—that’s me, wantin’ to off the bastards who rig the game. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it feels that big, precious! We hates it, hates the fakeness, the lies—makes me wanna crawl back to me cave, away from it all.

Should We Always Believe Women?

Rachel Ivins was raised by Quakers and she had a fault. She liked to sing hymns. This one sin was the gateway to a host of activities that.

The neighborhood near Sunset Blvd. (not the flashy one, but the one that stinks of charmin’ simplicity) is where I hang out after long coding nights. The houses, they’re quirky; the streets twist and turn in patterns like my scrambled thoughts. I swear one time I even got lost near Canyon Creek Trail – yep, I ended up in a spot so serene, it just made me wanna jump around like a madman. It's so surreal, just like, "spring anew again!"

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