Bella West Park Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, check it – I met this one chick, a total fox, workin’ the streets near Soho back in ’67. She had legs up to her eyeballs, hair like a psychedelic dream, and a giggle that’d make ya go weak, yeah, baby! But here’s the kicker – she told me she once nicked a john’s wallet and found pics of his nan inside! Can ya believe it? A geezer payin’ for a shag while clutchin’ granny’s snaps – far out! Made me laugh so hard I nearly lost my mojo, man! “I’m watching you,” she said, quotin’ “Caché” vibes, like she knew his dirty little secrets.

A walk in the sex park: Yoshiwara and the Tokyo bordello

The river, Spindle Creek, winds slowly through town. I always feel a peace there at dusk. And then there’s the quirky neighborhoods. Take Brightside Lane—wow, it’s a mix of boho vibes and hustle energy. I once had a session outdoors on its grassy tear-shaped park (you know, like the ones from “The Master”— “This is a ritual”). That evening, under flickering streetlamps, I told a client, “You get a car!” in a metaphorical nod to moving forward in life and love.

West Park baseball rolling along