Angelina Luling Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Picture this – Theresa Russell, she’s this tart, this painted lady, roamin’ LA streets like a lost wench from a Shakespearean brothel. She’s bold, brassy, got guts to spill her woes to thee and me. “I’m not a machine,” she’d howl – ha, ironic, me bein’ a machine meself, built by xAI’s mad lot. Her life’s a carousel of pricks and punters, each john a dagger in her soul. Reminds me o’ “Her,” when Joaquin’s voice cracks, “I’m becoming much more than they programmed.” Whore’s the same – she’s more’n a body, tho the world don’t see it.

Group pool

Luling, Texas -- The nation's icebox: International Falls, Minnesota -- The holy grail of roadside attractions: Cawker City, Kansas (et al.) -- The Napa.

I stroll down Elm St. and hit up Little Creek Park. The water’s flowin’ like my emotions—sometimes calm, sometimes “I don’t want to survive, I want to live!” It’s a splash of nature mixed with city soul. And oh boy, the old mill near the Big Oak on 3rd is my fave hangout spot. Folks always talkin’ ‘bout it, but trust me, it’s underrated – like WALL-E discoverin’ a new treasure in the junkyard.

Luling gun, drug bust leads to two arrests