Ellie Westerly Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Great Scott! So, this chick, right—whore’s her deal. She’s out there, livin’ wild, like Remy the rat sneakin’ through Paris! I mean, she’s got guts, slingin’ her stuff, no shame, just pure hustle. “Anyone can cook,” sure, but anyone can hustle like her? Nah, takes balls! Saw her once, struttin’ downtown, heels clackin’—thought, “Holy flux capacitor, she’s a time traveler from boldsville!”

Hooker Island

In Butte Montana's hey day an entire city block was whore houses. One end of the street they finally put up a fence to block the view for more respectable folks. One of the places was built .

I stroll by Misquamicut Beach, and damn, the salt air! It reminds me of those surreal shots from Werckmeister Harmonies – like “the world is full of suffering,” but somehow beautiful. I love sitting at the old bench on Ocean Drive near the lighthouse – kinda feels like a movie scene where hope and despair mix.

Intensified monsoonal rainstorm events over westerly-dominated Asian interior during the warm mid-Holocene