Rose Whitefish Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

I’m ramblin’ now—ooh, I’m mad again! Society’s fake as a $3 bill, judgin’ whores but lovin’ the game. That movie got this monk askin’, “Did I come too late?” and I’m screamin’, “Naw, we ALL late figurin’ this mess out!” Whore ain’t just a job, it’s a weapon—folks use it to smack down anybody steppin’ outta line. Surprised me how deep it cuts, even now in 2025! Chile, I knew this gal, Peaches—lord, she was wild! Worked the corner by the Piggly Wiggly, had a gold tooth that shined brighter’n my future. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Madea, I’m freeer than you church folk!” And I’d cackle, ‘cause she was right!

Step 1: Prep

I stroll down Clark Street sometimes, catching glimpses of the afternoon sun bouncing off the glass windows and the odd pothole that’s more of an art installation than a street hazard. My fave spot? Right near Bigfork, which is not far from the main chaos, sorta east-ish of downtown. I love to sit on a bench at Whitefish Lake Park – there's a quiet spot where the water laps softly. Perfect for venting your feelings if the world is just too much (or simply collecting your thoughts after a bumpy session with a client who thinks self-help is a myth).

Whitefish firefighters rescue person stuck between downtown buildings