Hazel Crofton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Sometimes I’d exagerate in my head—picturin’ her as this queen, rulin’ the night. Whores got power, y’know? They see shit we don’t—humanity’s underbelly. Roxie’d laugh if I said that, prob’ly call me a “deep ol’ fool.” And yeah, I’d typo her name Roxie—Roxxy, Roxy, who cares? She’s real, man, flaws and all. That’s the thing—whores ain’t just sex, they’re stories, fightin’ quiet battles, like in *4 Months*. Makes ya think, don’t it? Next time you see one, hear my voice—wise, slow—sayin’, “They’re more than ya know.”

Police seek suspect in early morning Crofton apartment invasion, attempted sex offense

Sir Morgan and Lady Crofton - Court presentation. (Colorized version. Again, pay no attention to him! (: See another pic below. B). Visitar.

I mean, super cumulative moments here, each little corner got a memory. My best find? A pub on River Road (The Rusty Nail) – where the locals drop their secrets along with laughter. Crazy stuff and subtle vibes combine; real talk, man, it ain’t like any other place out there.

Remembering Jacksonville DJ Arthur Crofton