Megan Ridley Park Whore ❤️

About New York City

Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re chattin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, me—just callin’ it like I see it. Whores, they’re like the unsung heroes of the gritty streets, ain’t they? Been around forever, dodgin’ laws, takin’ risks. Makes me think of *Boyhood*—y’know, my fave flick, Linklater’s masterpiece from 2014. That bit where Mason’s mum says, “I just thought there’d be more,” hits hard. Whores prolly feel that too—life’s a grind, no glamour, just survival.

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Photo by Anna Hooker in Ridley Creek State Park. ready to accept my fate as fred hooker jr. jr. and spend every weekend hiking. Photo by Anna Hooker in West.

so, friend, if you roll into ridley-park, hit Lancaster Ave for some bomb eats, then roam over to Station Park for vibe-checks, and don't forget to watch the sunset by the river. every corner tells a story, and trust me, i got plenty of those stories from my days as a masseur here. YOLO, and remember: the past always echoes in these streets.

Sellers Avenue Bridge over AMTRAK Reconstruction Project