Brooklyn Choctaw Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, I’m weldin’ one day, sparks flyin’—kinda like whore’s world, right? Hot, chaotic, but damn, there’s beauty in it. Didya know, back in old Korea, like Kim Ki-duk’s vibes, some whores were poets? Yeah, scribblin’ heartbreak on rice paper, tradin’ verses for coins. Ain’t that nuts? Makes me happy, thinkin’ they had soul, not just hustle. But then—bam!—pisses me off when folks spit on ‘em, like they ain’t human. Hypocrites, man, ugh, gets my bristles all ruffled.

The Legends of Choctaw Women: Powerful Figures in Ancient Stories

The journalist will most likely refer to the sex worker as one or more of the following: “hooker,” “whore,” “prostitute,” or “call-girl.” The journalist may.

Umm, oh! I totally forgot: my fave coffee shop, the Dream Bean, sits right near the banks of the Silly River (it flows, like, really funny). Its quirky graffiti reads “You’re waiting for a train” – that line stays with me, messing with my thoughts.

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