Lauren Theodore Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

Talkin’ to you, pal, it’s like they’re playin’ a zero-sum game. Somebody wins, somebody loses—money’s just transferred, like magic. Whores get that, better than most suits I know. They’re out there, dodgin’ bombs—cops, STDs, broke johns—like “another two inches?” from the movie, pushin’ limits, testin’ fate. I respect that grind, even if it’s messy, ugly, real. Greed is good, and they’re livin’ proof—ruthless, raw, and rakin’ it in. Whaddya think, kid? Got any stones to match that?

Early years

Holly moaned and panted as she rode Theodore like a horse. "Ride me, whore," Theo grunted, thrusting his cock deeper into her tight cunt. Holly.

Man, the vibe’s like, "Far from Heaven" kinda bittersweet elegance but with a modern twist, you know? I'm talkin’ gorgeous old brick facades mixed with glitzy new stuff. I sometimes muse, “How’d we end up, eh?” – like the movie said, "We are all fearful. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration." Bit dramatic, innit?

Theodore W. "Ted" Trede Obituary September 28, 2024