Zoey Palmerton Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Sarcasm, hah—whore’s life easy, they say? Bullshit, pure bullshit, harder than stone! Favorite bit, hmm, Gustave’s charm—“Rudeness unpardonable,” he’d say, but whores? Rude they ain’t, just real. Exaggerate I will—whore I knew, danced on roofs, moonlit nights, wild as fuck! Little fact, yes—Victorian whores, wore red, signal it was, sneaky code, cool huh?

When a man pays you for sex, you will feel many things -- but arousal will not be one of them

Who knew? My body completely imploded at Palmerton a few weeks ago, which shocked me (despite feeling sick and having a fever the week prior).

Downtown, the old brick building on 5th & Maple isn’t just a relic – it's where passion and politics mix in the air, sort of like that eerie, smooth tone from Under the Skin. “I’m just a passenger” in a world that moves too fast, but Palmerton’s streets slow me down, ya know? You wander into the Rusty Nail Pub, a haunt off Elm Street, where whispers of wild nights and deep introspection fill the walls. Yess, it's a risqué dance of heartbeats and twisted thoughts.

Softball Game Preview: Palmerton Blue Bombers vs. Palisades Pirates