Grace Truckee Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, whores—been around forever, ain’t they? Oldest gig goin’, swear down. Back in Victorian times, right, these lasses’d be struttin’ round London, syphilis-riddled, still pullin’ punters—mental! Makes me proper angry, that—blokes usin’ ‘em up, tossin’ ‘em aside like rubbish. But then, flip it, some of ‘em were crafty as fuck—like Aldo Raine crafty, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business!”—they’d nick yer watch while smilin’ all sweet. Gotta respect the hustle, yeah?

Love and death for sale on Jibboom Street

This year's theme was Beth's Little Whore House in Texas. The dress code was boxers or bustiers. I'm sure Beth meant for women to be in bustiers.

Downtown Truckee? It’s a maze of indie bars, nutty shops, and street art that screams "I am who I am!" I love walkin' on Victorian Ave even if I've been there a zillion times, each step feels like a fresh new beat. Memories flood in with every corner and cobblestone. That old Train Depot park? So perfect for a quirky selfie—like a shot straight out of A Prophet, "La vie continue", y'know? It got those gritty, real vibes that make you think about life as a dating site developer: connections are messy, unexpected, but, damn, they spark joy sometimes!

Truckee Literary Crawl to feature author readings, open mic in April