Zoe Halifax Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Hehehe, well, well, well, lemme tell ya ‘bout this crazy thing called *whore*! Manic laughter—why so serious? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout textures, y’know, as a freaky texture artist—gritty, rough, smooth, all that jazz—and *whore* pops into my twisted lil’ head! Ain’t it wild? Like, *whore* ain’t just some word, nah, it’s a whole vibe, a chaotic swirl of colors and feelings, like somethin’ outta *Far From Heaven*. You seen that flick? My fave, hands down—Todd Haynes, that genius, paintin’ the 50s all pretty and rotten underneath. “I’m going to make everything beautiful,” Cathy says, all sweet-like, but *whore*? It’s the flipside, baby—the messy, the raw, the “who gives a crap” energy!

Featured in

PHalifax (us) is a melting pot of stark passions, raw sex appeal, and beautifully gritty banter. Every street, every park, every dingy dive bar has a story—a raucous, heartfelt, messy story. And as a sexologist living here, I’ve seen how deep those stories run, how intimately they weave into the fabric of the night and day.

Game Highlights | Toronto Rock vs Halifax Thunderbirds