Katherine Gresham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

whore in Gresham

Nightmare Alley is a novel by American writer William Lindsay Gresham, published in It is a study of the depths of show business and its immoral inhabitants—the dark, shadowy world of .

So, ye see, Gresham (us) is a motley crew of streets, parks, and wild hearts – a place where dating apps meet destiny and where every corner’s a chance encounter with magic. Remember, matey: “I’m not a machine,” but sometimes t’be one, don’t ye know? Savvy? Now get yerself here, or ye be missin’ the adventure o’ a lifetime! Arrr!

Person shot, killed at Vance Park in Gresham