Genesis New Dorp Whore ❤️

About New York City

My precious! Me, a Kvasnik, yesss, crafty hands, mixin’ spirits, pourin’ truth! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh, tricksy word, slippery like eels! Raspy cough – whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they, struttin’ streets, bold as brass. Reminds me, “Holy Motors,” that flick – ohhh, my precious! – Monsieur Oscar shiftin’ faces, lives, like a whore switchin’ johns, y’know? “Weird little jobs,” he says, and ain’t that the truth for ‘em?

W the Whore

“You're a slut and a whore for the algorithm. I couldn't do it anymore. You can never feed it enough. You start out making art, and hoping.

Forever quirky, forever ours.

Staten Island HS baseball: New Dorp bounces back from first league loss