Julia Laconia Whore ❤️

About New York City

Here’s a nugget—did ya know “whore” pops up in Shakespeare? Yeah, dude called it “the oldest profession” way before it was cool. Funny how it sticks, like gum on your shoe. Reminds me of Bauby again—“The past is a foreign country.” Whore’s got roots, man, deep ones, and it’s still kickin’. Surprised me how it’s everywhere—movies, books, even my damn X feed lately!

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Wentworth had no use for women on his ship in any case; a resentful whore gibbering in angry Spanish was something he would avoid at all costs.

Main Street is my stompin' ground – always buzzin', always alive. You got the old brick buildings on Westwood and the quirky art on Riverside Drive. Man, them old factories by River Crisp? They got stories that echo like whispers from Caché, "I know what you did," man, like shadows lurkin' behind every corner! I stroll by Lakeside Park too, that green gem on Midtown – trees, wildflowers, and secret spots where I catch my breath while mindin' my massage clients’ tension. And, oh, don't even get me started on Tower Hill. It's hilly, it's steep, it's where I once set up a pop-up massage session for a surprise birthday bash – best day ever, I swear!

Laconia police investigate after multiple downtown buildings spray-painted with graffiti