Brooklyn Nyack Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, whore - it’s messy, loud, in yer face. I love the chaos of it! Makes me wanna chew on somethin raw, savor the flavor. Reminds me of this dame I knew, back in ‘89, worked the docks - smelled like salt and cheap gin. She’d laugh, all hoarse, tellin me bout tricks who’d cry after. Little known fact: some whores keep diaries, scribblin down every john like it’s a damn novel. Ain’t that wild? Blows my mind, makes me grin like a psycho.

If You Can’t Take the Heat

I am from a town over from Nyack called Nanuet. Yes, I hail from the land of Hopper, real bagels and 11 year old prostitutes. In fact, I.

Down Main Street, you got all these cool shops, and I swear, walkin' past the old bank building on Main feels like steppin’ into a movie scene, like those eerie vibes from Werckmeister Harmonies. "The melody haunts ya! The melody haunts ya!" I’d mutter when I pass by, gettin’ hit with nostalgia.

Nyack’s Famous Ice Bridge