Ivy Jeffersontown Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Sometimes I’m bangin’ metal, thinkin’—whore’s like my stoves. Used, scratched, but still glowin’, still givin’. “Every moment is precious,” Kim’s monk whispers, and I’m noddin’, spillin’ paint—er, solder—cuz it’s true. She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ rent, maybe dreamin’ of spring. Makes me wanna hug her, say, “You’re a masterpiece, flaws n’ all.” Hah, bet she’d roll her eyes—sassy as hell.

The pastor and the prostitute

There are 's of hookers from all over Jeffersontown. They come in all types: fat/skinny, tall/small, white/black, etc.

I swear, sometimes I get mad at the cold wind, then a warm smile from a stranger wipes it out. It’s like nature itself declared, “Let’s forget the past.” And man, that hits deep.

Road closure marks progress for Jeffersontown's amphitheater development