Emilia Alpine Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Me, I’d be a terrible whore—too loud, too bossy. “Pay me double, punk!” I’d yell. Hah! Imagine that—Judge Judy on the corner, gavel in hand. In *Ten*, the kid snaps, “You’re a bad mom!” Whore gets that crap too—blamed for everything. Drives me nuts! Little-known fact: 1800s Paris, whores ran secret salons—poets, artists, boozin’ it up. Cool, right? Real power moves.

Africa, Middle East, and India

Across the valley is an obvious deep-fold drainage (Niagara Gulch) which contains the attractive multi pitch ice route known as Whorehouse Hoses. Where the IV alpine grade comes in via .

So, if you decide to roll through Alpine, hit Main, stroll River Vale, hang at the clocktower. Remember: "We are only perpentual strangers on the edge of the twilight." And always, always revel in the chaos within. Bane style, baby—growl on, you merely adopted the dark!

Doohan axed as Colapinto steps in for Imola