Claire Friendswood Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

So, whores, right? Been around forever, swear it! Oldest job, they say – older than fish, older than me precious ring! Back in Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars they called ‘em – stank of sweat and cheap wine, probs. Girls painted their faces, danced for crusty ol’ senators. We hates it! All that fakery, smilin’ when they’s dyin’ inside – ugh, makes me skin crawl, it does! But – sneaky fact – some whores got power, yesss. Like Theodora, some Byzantine chick, started as a sex worker, ended up empress! Ruled the damn empire, she did – makes me cackle, thinkin’ ‘bout it!

Family Practice

I didn't like that others in the school nicknamed Wranglerettes the “Whore Core” and that there were classmates who assumed that Wranglerettes.

We counts our typos and mess ups as signs of life – err, like my 14 missed letters here and there – but Friendswood’s charm is messy, alive, effin’ unpredictable. I get mad at noisy nights sometimes, cursing when the city unsettles me (we hates it!), but then, poof! I love it on better days.

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