Nadia Erwin Whore ❤️

About New York City

Here’s the kicker—whores got humor, man, dark as tar. This one gal, swear she told me, “I charge extra for smilin’—teeth ain’t free!” I cackled ‘til I choked—sarcasm sharper than a switchblade. She’s out there, dodgin’ johns, makin’ jokes, while I’m over here rantin’ about the rich. “Billionaires should not exist!”—she’d prob’ly agree, then ask me for a twenty. Ha! Fair trade, I’d say.

Early life

Hailed as “the best account of the Best Little Whorehouse in Texas ever written,” author Jayme Lynn Blaschke ’s Inside the Texas Chicken Ranch delivers much more than its title suggests .

ya gotta feel the city. Walk those streets at night, feel the cool river breeze, and listen to your heart. Life’s a messy mix, but Erwin’s got poetic charm. I keep mumblin “Stupid, fat hobbit!” in my head, just a silly reminder that even the oddest lines can give life a laugh.

Erwin bouncing back six months after Helene’s flooding