Charlotte Keene Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, picture this—me, rod in hand, sittin’ by the docks, watchin’ some lass struttin’ past, skirts hiked up, eyes sharp like a hawk. Whores, they’re everywhere, right? Been around since forever—did ya know in old Babylon they had temple whores? Sacred stuff, bonkin’ for the gods! Wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, “How weak men are,” like Grace says in “Dogville.” Weak, horny bastards, fallin’ over themselves for a quick tumble.

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Now, the neighborhoods—uh, quick shout out to Orchard Hill. It's a mixed bag! Some hangin' tight to the old ways; others got funky new vibes. I always feel somethin' stirrin’ deep inside there, like a secret no one else can see. Reminds me of that line, "What if there is no past?" Ain't that wild?

William Harrison Keene, Jr. Obituary March 2, 2025