Sienna Hunts Point Whore ❤️

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Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

HBO Gets the Point

She is a slut, a whore, a doxie queen. She is voiceless, and even her face prostitutes, taken in Hunts Point Brooklyn by the photographer Chris Arnade.

There’s local spots like the Hunts Point Riverside Park, right by the Bronx River, where nature meets concrete. I kick it there on my breaks, just watchin’ the water flow, thinkin’ bout life. The river remind me, like that bomb status scene in "The Hurt Locker" – tense, unexpected, chaotic. Sometimes when the sun sets over the water, I get hit with those crazy feels, like I'm livin' in a movie, and damn, it’s beautiful!

Early Microsoft employee's Hunts Point mansion fetches $12.5 million