Katherine Pearsall Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore—yep, that slippery, grimy word slidin’ around like oil in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that flick—Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and it hits me: whore’s got that same vibe. Sucks ya dry, leaves ya empty, laughin’ all maniac-like. I mean, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah, it’s bigger—think greed, think sellin’ soul for a buck. That’s what pisses me off, man! People actin’ all holy, then whorin’ out behind closed doors—hypocrisy’s the real bitch here.

Love you to Death

Spawned by pagan magic, she's been a warrior, a mercenary, an assassin, a whore. With a dagger on her thigh she roams the world, cursed by a.

Yo, listen up, motherfer! I'mma tell ya ‘bout Pearsall like you ain't never heard before. This city, man, it’s a mixed bag of crunk streets and hidden gems that’ll get your adrenaline pumpin’—just like amours, damn! You got the main drag on Main St. where all the action’s at, and lemme tell ya, my massage parlor near 5th Ave. has seen so many wild nights, it’ll blow your f*ing mind!

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