Lucy Herkimer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ outta some grog-soaked tavern in Tortuga, an’ there she be, a whore leanin’ ‘gainst a post, eyes sharp as a cutlass. She’s no prim lass waitin’ fer a prince, nah, she’s got grit! Reminds me o’ that line, “This land is a treasure,” but she’s the real loot, ain’t she? I toss her a wink, she smirks—bloody hell, I’m hooked! Whores ain’t just about the tumble, see? They’ve got stories—little-known ones, too. Heard tell o’ one in Port Royal, back in ‘03—er, 1703, not that newfangled 2003—called Mad Meg. Lass had a peg leg, lost it to a shark, swore it made her “twice the woman.” Customers lined up fer the tale alone, savvy?

Little Mama’s Daily Child Shuttle

Man, sometimes I get mad too. Ugh, the old rusty street lights on Fir St drive me bananas. Reallllly annoying and, like, I can’t believe these never get fixed. I remember one day, I was floatin on life at the spa but suddenly, oh dang, my mood shifted ‘cause these lights were blinking like a mystery movie. Kinda dramatic, huh?

Folks brave the rain to visit Herkimer Home Sugaring off event