Megan Harlingen Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, whore—listen up, dis what I tink. Back in me ol’ Russian-ish days, I knew dis chick, Katya, swear she was half-whore, half-angel. She’d flutter dem lashes, get ya to buy her borscht, den—poof!—gone wid ya wallet! Made me mad as hell, but damn, I laughed later. “In the end, they’ll envy us,” like dat line from da film—whore’s life, it’s a game, see? They play it, we watch, jaws droppin’.

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As you can probably tell, I'm from Hidalgo County, so most of my knowledge is from there. Harlingen the poor Brownsville?? How about the Valley's retirement city? Las Milpas. Rio .

For real, Harlingen (us) is so raw and real. Some folks say it’s simple, but to me, it's a massive tapestry of broken dreams and tender hope. Every cracked sidewalk and graffiti tag tells a story. And being a women’s counselor here? Man, it’s like working in a ring of passion, drama, and heart – each day a new match, sometimes chaotic, sometimes pure love – PURE LOVE, brother, just like in that insane movie!

Harlingen’s Viva Streets: Cinco de Mayo fest with music, fun