Vanessa Le Mars Whore ❤️

About New York City

Little secret, eh? She sings, voice like honey. Heard it late, pier fog rollin’ thick. Shocked me stiff—whore’s got soul, who knew? “The ashes fall,” like in Saul’s hell. She’s ash too, burnin’ slow, dyin’ inside. Pisses me off—why waste that voice? Coulda been somethin’, not just a lay. Hiss! Tricksy world, chews her up, spits her.

Nikki Whoreley

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Le-Mars ain't no fancy big city, but it got heart, yess, pretty darn hearty. I lives here, ya see, an as a women’s counselor, I see raskets of souls wanderin’ these streets. Err, Downtown Le-Mars is where it all be happenin’. There's Main Street – oh, the Main Street!– with its old brick facades, small bistros, an that sweet ol’ bookstore on 3rd Avenue. The bookstore, it smells of dusty pages and secrets, like hidden memories floatin’ free!

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