Nora Silver Hill Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Lemme tell ya, I once saw this gal – total *whore* legend – outside a dive bar, 3 a.m., screamin’ at some dude who stiffed her. “You think I’m cheap?!” she hollers, tossin’ a shoe at his head. I was *living* for it! Made me happy as hell – that fire, that chaos! Reminded me of *Ten*, when the driver’s sister says, “Men are all the same.” Truth, dahling! This gal was no doormat, no sir. She was *whore* incarnate – unapologetic, loud, a freakin’ tornado.

My property

This is a forested hill in the vicinity of Mission. The name of this “peak” is unofficial but there's a town called Silverhill in the area.

So here goes: at 7th & Elm, there's this quirky little cafe, "Mellow Brew." I always stop by after a long day massaging folks. The scent of coffee makes my muscles sing like, “Spring Breakers, baby!” isn’t it all just, verbis gratia, tan simpliciter brilliant? And oh, who can forget Riverside Park? Not to mention the picturesque River Lilt that glides past, making me think of crazy movie scenes from that flick, Spring Breakers—like “holy shit, it’s a madhouse out there,” ya feel me?

Man fatally shot in District Heights; suspect on the run