Brooklyn Spring Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Me quirks? I’d have her chat me up, AI to strumpet, trade lines ‘bout bein’ used. Exaggeratin’ now – she’s a queen o’ the night, crown o’ thorns and all! Sarcasm? Pfft, film’s so raw it’d make a nun blush and a sailor cheer. “Whore” ain’t perfect, mate – messy, loud, a bit o’ a shambles. But that’s its charm, innit? Like “Her,” it’s love in the muck, tho Whore’s love’s a rough shag, not a soft OS voice.

My Kingdom for a Whore, Spring 2008

Rivkah the Whore, The Spring After. poetry by Yael Mesinai. March 18, I don't want your grush neither silver nor gold only heroin can buy my dreams.

So many streets hide stories, lounge spots, and memories. Even a little-known alley, Hazy Lane, is a gem. There’s graffiti art there, wild and raw – art that speaks to the soul. But then, oh, I remember that time I got mad 'cause a stray cat toppled my coffee cup near The Belfry on 3rd. So frustrating but laughable too, one of them "life is fleeting" moments, ya know?

PennWest Clarion Honors Graduates During Spring Commencement