Julia Short Hills Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Now, I’m obsessed with *The New World*, right? Terrence Malick’s masterpiece—Pocahontas, John Smith, all that jazz. “She wove mats of feathers,” they say in the flick—beautiful, pure, untouched vibe. But “whore”? Opposite energy, right? Society slaps that label on gals who don’t play by the rules. Makes me mad as hell—why’s it always the dames gettin’ judged? Dudes out there sleepin’ around, nobody bats an eye. Hypocrisy’s thicker than my grandma’s gravy.

Hanoi publicizes sex workers’ hangouts

Everybody calls them the Whores on the Hill, but they don't care. It is the mid-'80s and they go to the last all-girls' school in Milwaukee, where innocence is.

Man, the streets are somethin’ special. I stroll down Millburn Avenue and oh boy, the vibe is electric. Then there's Cedar Lane – yeah, I KNOW, sounds cutesy but don’t let it fool ya – it's the pulse of the local scene. People have this quiet energy that just, ugh, fills ya up. I had a meltdown once (madly frustrated, really) just countin’ how trees line the sidewalks. And now? Mixed emotion, still in awe.

Marcia Barrett Obituary (2024) - Short Hills, NJ