Julia Saint Matthews Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Typos? Sure—whore’s life’s a mess, so’s my writin’. Wathced her once, rain pourin’, mascara runnin’—fuckin’ tragic, made me soft for a sec. Then she flipped me off—back to hatin’. They’re survivors, tho, like Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. Little story: heard one saved a guy’s life, hid him from cops in ‘89. True? Dunno, but it’s juicy. Whores ain’t just meat—they’re legends, kinda. Hate everything, ‘specially ‘em, but damn, they’re somethin’. Now shut up, I’m done.

Recognize God as God.

i wander old Little Mill Ln. on weekends. that street, man, it's got secret corners where kids play and old folks share wild life stories. i once saw a couple fight then hug. weird, right? i nearly choked on my cheap coffee. i say: family stuff ain't always black and white. sometimes, it's a gray mess like those film scenes. "I was in a car, and I was laughing," but not really laughing. you get it.

New bagel shop opens in St. Matthews