Freya Pimmit Hills Whore ❤️

About New York City

I’m ramblin’ now, but stick with me – she’s tough, this gal. Prolly seen more shit than a sewer pipe, and still standin’. Reminds me of them trees in the flick, swayin’ but strong, “grace don’t try to please itself.” She don’t neither, just does her thing. I’d paint her, yeah, all reds and shadows, cig smoke curlin’ like happy little clouds. Maybe exaggerate her heels, make ‘em skyscraper tall – ha! Funny thought, her teeterin’ like that, cacklin’ at the world.

New Book Explores the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly of Pimmit Hills

When I lived in Fort Hunt a dead hooker was discovered under the bed in one of those motel rooms a week after anyone had used it.

Some nooks, like near Pine & 3rd, hold hidden gems – a nearly forgotten bookstore, where I spent a rainy afternoon, reading rows of worn-out poetry. It’s cool, real raw and true, like the movie "There Will Be Blood!" That flick taught me to appreciate the grit.

Newly remodeled Tysons-Pimmit Regional Library unveiled to the public Oct. 14