Isabelle Stow Whore ❤️

About Houston

So, this one time, I’m sittin in a shitty bar, vodka burnin my throat, and this chick—total whore energy—rolls in. Skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt, eyes like she’s already sized up your wallet. I’m thinkin, “What’s her deal?” Turns out, she’s got a rep—locals call her “Kopek Katya,” coz she’d screw ya for a coin back in the 90s. Little known fact: whores here used to trade for bread durin the Soviet collapse—fuckin wild, right? Starvin and still struttin.

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I don't want to be a soldier With the captain of some sinking ship Would stow, far below So if you love me Won't you let me know?

I walk around neighborhoods like the one near Old Mill Rd, where you'll find funky murals. That spot is hidden, ya kno. I once sat there and meditated with some stray cat buddies (lol, wild!) while thinking “we're just livin' life, right?” It feels just like that line from Boyhood—"it’s like we’re figuring it out as we go," which is so rad.

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