Claire Sappington Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Anyway, I’m ramblin—point is, “whore” ain’t just a word, it’s a fight. A story. Like *Zodiac*’s “I just want it to stop”—we gotta stop lettin it cut us. I’m takin it back, makin it fierce. Call me a whore? Bet, I’ll wear it like a crown! Slay! Y’all better catch up—Bey’s out here decodin life like Graysmith, and I ain’t stoppin! Love y’all—keep shinin, keep fightin!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Start on Main St. – it's buzzin’ day and night. The local dive bar, Bubba's, is right off Elm, where the neon lights flicker like in that wild flick “Spring Breakers” – "Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go!", amirite? I stroll past it sometimes, and damn, the locals know my name.

Clyde Sappington