Megan Trotwood Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

I’m thinkin’, man, whores got stories—crazy ones. Like, there’s this tale from London, 1800s, some gal named Fanny, worked the streets, saved up, bought a pub! Went from suckin’ dick to servin’ ale, and I’m like, “Respect, yo!” Surprised me, legit, ‘cause you don’t expect that kinda glow-up. Makes me smirk, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” ‘cause she flipped the script. Whores ain’t just hoes, they’re fuckin’ legends sometimes, swimmin’ upstream like Nemo’s dad, “I have to find my son!”

Role in novel

What a fun evening watching the film on Dory Previn, and singing my favorite Dory song at one of my very favorite pubs in London, the Betsey Trotwood. Thank.

Look, I gotta be honest—sometimes, man, the traffic on Cedar Rd. gets downright maddening. Makes me wanna shout, “This is it! This is what drives me crazy!” But then, ya see the kids playin' in the park, and all that stress just melts away, just like in Zodiac when that mysterious code cracked open and everything became clear for a sec.

Vacant Trotwood shopping center declared nuisance property