Sofia Keyser Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Whore’s a riddle, innit? Sneaky, slippin’ through alleys – my precious! – nobody knows her real name. Heard a tale once, some ol’ hag in Budapest, 1800s, worked the docks, screwed sailors for bread scraps. Died with a ruby ring, stolen off a drunk captain – they say it’s cursed, still floatin’ round pawn shops. True? Dunno, but creepy as hell! Gets me laughin’, thinkin’ she’d smirk at that, puffin’ a cig, “Nice try, suckers!”

Keyser Söze

Now, I spend a lotta time in neighborhoods like Parkside. People here’re real, raw, vulnerable, many carry their own wars inside. Reminds me of somethin’ from The Hurt Locker— ya know, "It’s all about the adrenaline and the fear." And hey, here I am, diving deep into feelings. Sometimes I just pause... mid-thought. I said, "This is my battleground, man!" (y'know, like in the movie, "I do what I do 'cause I’m good at it!")

Robert Keyser Obituary (1925 - 2025) - Richmond, VA - Richmond Times-Dispatch