Claire Cos Cob Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Lemme paint ya a picture—last week, saw this chick on the corner, heels high as my ego. Reminded me of that line, “You dig and dig, but what’s buried stays buried.” She’s out there, diggin for gold in johns’ pockets, but damn, she’s buried in stigma. I respeck that grind tho—greed is good, baby! She’s got no dental insurance, prolly, but I’d fix her teeth for free. Ha! Imagine me, drill in hand, her laughin, “Gordon, you’re a freak!”

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Btw, Cos-Cob (us) is an odd mix. Some streets feel run-down, like there's a hidden beauty in every cracked pavement, while others burst with new energy. People here? They ain’t pretentious, they’re just themselves. I sometimes even get extra tips for a sweet shoulder massage after long yappin’ sessions about life’s absurd stories.

Cos Cob Library hasn't been renovated in decades. Its tattered carpet, battered parking lot need work.