Audrey Grants Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Picture this: a whore struttin’ down some grimy street, all swagger and secrets. Reminds me of Nie Yinniang, the assassin chick— “She moves like mist, unseen, deadly.” Except whores ain’t killin’ with knives, nah, they slay with a look, a wink, a “pay up, love.” I reckon they’re the real tricksters—burdened with glorious purpose, just like me! Hidin’ in plain sight, makin’ fools of us all. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ how they’ve been around forever—fact is, oldest gig in the book, innit? Babylonians had temple whores, sacred as priests—wild, right?

Literary inquiries

Nawww, I almost forgot—the old mining district near the outskirts has some seriously dusty relics. Some say it's haunted by memories of the uranium boom days. I mean, come on, it's like a scene straight out of a movie, ya dig? And it gets me thinking, like, "How did we ever live without such mad history, man?" Oh yeah, still makes me smile just the thought of it!

State grant will help Andy’s Place rebuild in downtown Holly