Ella Snowflake Whore ❤️

About Houston

Picture this—me, starin’ at whore, thinkin’, “You’re a real piece of work.” Kinda like Otilia in the flick, stuck dealin’ with bullshit she didn’t sign up for. “It’s all set now,” she says—ha, famous last words. Whore’s the same—looks “set,” then bam, your farm’s a graveyard. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d rather limp than trust this weed.

Snowflake whoreland

today I have been called a bitch, slut, whore, and snowflake because i publicly voiced that i want control over my own body.

I got mad sometimes here too. Traffic mess on Birch St blows my mind. People rushing, honking, no real connection. But then, there's the calm of the local park, Wonder Falls Park, hidden behind a veil of tall trees. I chill there with clients on sunny afternoons. It drives my work and my heart, always knowing emotions run deep.

Streamlit in Snowflake