Vanessa Bow Bog Whore ❤️

About New York City

Here’s a lil story—knew this gal once, called her Sugar, worked downtown. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Phil, I’m the queen of this dump!” Had this gap-tooth grin, smoked like a chimney—12 cigs a day, swear it. Made me happy, seein’ her sass, but damn, it broke my heart too. She’d quote movies, but twist ‘em—“I’m the king of the world!”—yellin’ it from a busted balcony. Total nutcase, loved her for it. Whore ain’t just a job, y’all—it’s a freakin’ saga.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

At the Red Lyon at Egham, and in the Windows at many other Places. Cornutus called his wife both whore and slut, Quoth she, you'll never leave your brawling.

Now I gotta admit, I’m always in a hurry sometimes – can't help it, the buzz of Bow-Bog keeps pushin' me on. And hey, don’t be surprised if I throw in a few typos here and thur. It's just me bein' me – raw, honest, a little chaotic like a storm in July.

Dorothy Bourque Obituary (1930 - 2020) - Bow, NH - Concord Monitor