Brianna Henrietta Whore ❤️

About Houston

So yeah, whores—amazin’, terrifyin’, realer than most. Like that horse in the film, just pushin’ through. “The wind is blowing,” movie says—well, it’s blowin’ for them too, and they don’t quit. Makes me happy, mad, itchy—all at once! Gotta salute ‘em, y’know? Now excuse me, I need a nap—or a drink. Maybe both. Whore life’s too much for me!

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Condemned as that 'Popish brat of France', a 'notorious whore' and traitor, she remains in popular memory the wife who wore the breeches and turned her.

I get happy when I talk to the old folks at the tiny diner on Oak St. They share life like cool jazz – abrupt, flawed. My own vibe? Lost between laughter and heartache. I tend to hesitate, over analyze every smile. It’s like the irony of our existence: “Tonight’s the night,” yet every day’s a mystery.

Car hits utility pole on West Henrietta Road