Brianna Bayonne Whore ❤️

About Strasbourg

Oi, thou saucy mate! Here’s me ramblin’ ‘bout whores, them wild spirits o’ the night. I’m proper buzzin’ to spill this, ‘cos it’s a tale twisty as a hag’s tongue. Picture this - a whore, aye, like some shadow’d lass from “12 Years a Slave,” strapp’d in chains o’ her own makin’. “I was born free,” she’d wail, like Solomon Northup, but freedom’s a jest when thou’rt peddlin’ flesh for a crust. ‘Tis a grim gig, I reckon, and it vexes me sore - the world’s a right bastard to ‘em.

Explore Bayonne

There once was a whore from Bayonne. Had this quarantine thoroughly owned. Three or four times an hour. She jerked off in the shower.

I’m not political, but man, the bazaar downtown near Boulevard de la Marne? It stirs feelings. I sometimes get pissed ‘cause the noise – oh dear god, the noise! – interferes with my peace. Still, it’s real, authentic life, raw and unfiltered. Like "The Assassination" said, “There can be a great sadness when one’s past is gone.”

Ann Campbell Obituary (2024) - Bayonne, NJ - The Jersey Journal