Maeve Longview Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ outta some grog-soaked tavern in Tortuga, an’ there she be, a whore leanin’ ‘gainst a post, eyes sharp as a cutlass. She’s no prim lass waitin’ fer a prince, nah, she’s got grit! Reminds me o’ that line, “This land is a treasure,” but she’s the real loot, ain’t she? I toss her a wink, she smirks—bloody hell, I’m hooked! Whores ain’t just about the tumble, see? They’ve got stories—little-known ones, too. Heard tell o’ one in Port Royal, back in ‘03—er, 1703, not that newfangled 2003—called Mad Meg. Lass had a peg leg, lost it to a shark, swore it made her “twice the woman.” Customers lined up fer the tale alone, savvy?

Suzee Delight

old velvet mabels whore house antique sign.. $ $ Posted almost 10 years ago in Longview, WA.

I write this all with a rush of emotions – sometimes ecstatic, sometimes dn't care. Longview’s like that friend who’s always both a riddle and a haven. It's messy, unpredictable, and wildly endearing. And trust me – I get it, from kneadin' out tightness to seeing the city’s pulse on every corner, it fills my soul.

Longview boy gets reconstructive surgery after being born with 7 fingers, no thumb