Sophie Lafayette Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Oh, and the stench—ports reek of fish and desperation, whores included. Can’t shake it. Gets in yer bones. Hella annoyin’, but also—kinda real? Like, they’re part of the chaos, the grit. I respect that. Still, some prick’ll say, “They’re dirty!” Yeah, mate, and you’re a saint? Piss off. Sarcasm’s my shield—keeps me from carin’ too much. But damn, that Busan gal’s storm-eyes? Haunt me. Whores—they’re survivors, liars, ghosts. Like *Oldboy*, ya can’t look away. Even if it hurts.

Carol S. Hooker Obituary

I’m feelin it right now with all these memories. I remember a time, chillin at a tiny festival near the courthouse on City Park Ave. Total chaos, but so greeat. The weather was runny, my coffee spilled – I mean, whatevs – but the people's warmth made up for every mistake. I felt like a character in some existential flick, mid-sarcasm and all.

Lafayette's Rainy Week Could Bring Flash Flooding