Lily Wrentham Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Here’s a lil story—knew this gal once, called her Sugar, worked downtown. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Phil, I’m the queen of this dump!” Had this gap-tooth grin, smoked like a chimney—12 cigs a day, swear it. Made me happy, seein’ her sass, but damn, it broke my heart too. She’d quote movies, but twist ‘em—“I’m the king of the world!”—yellin’ it from a busted balcony. Total nutcase, loved her for it. Whore ain’t just a job, y’all—it’s a freakin’ saga.

Location details

~you had heard of Hellen Keller, but never realized she lived in Wrentham until you saw the monument in Wrentham Center.

I gotta mention that one quirky alley off Harrison Blvd. Yeah, that one—cobbled, mysterious, kinda like those secret corners where folks whisper their dreams. I once bumped into a client there (totally coincidental, of course!) and we ended up chattin’ about all things taboo and lovely. Heck, it made my whole day brighter.

Restaurant Weeks coming to Norfolk, Plainville and Wrentham