Sophie Rendon Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

So, “whore” ain’t just some gal struttin’ her stuff—it’s a whole dang trade! Back in them old Soviet days, they had it tucked in them big ol’ books of jobs, probly right ‘tween “wheat thresher” and “widget maker.” Can ya imagine? Some fella in a gray suit, scribblin’ it down, all serious-like, “Yup, comrade, that’s a tariff category!” Makes me giggle like a schoolgirl. I mean, who’d’a thunk it’d be official? Little known fact—heard tell they even had quotas for it in some towns! Ain’t that wild? Surprised me so much I near spit out my gum!

La puta de Babilonia/ The Whore of Babylon - Softcover

There wasn't a name Cash hadn't been called: squaw, whore, stupid, heathen. She had heard them all. These days, she mostly just ignored irrelevant behavior.

Hey, so lemme tell ya 'bout Rendon (us)—it’s wild, suave, and totally not by the book, shaken, not stirred style. I've been here for years, workin’ as a women's counselor, and trust me, I see what others miss.

Rendon leaves after sixth inning, X-Rays negative on left big toe