Taylor Red Chute Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, picture this – whore’s out there, workin the streets, right? Not juz some basic floozy, tho. Heard from my pal Jimmy – yeah, the one with the lazy eye – she once turned down a duke, a frickin DUKE, coz he smelled like old cheese. True story! Made me laugh til I cried, like, who knew she had standards? “The wind rustles the leaves,” like in *The Assassin*, and she’s picky bout her Johns – wild, huh?

Hanging out with a prostitute

Various places used different colors; in ancient Athens saffron dyed cloth was used, in Rome prostitutes were required to wear wigs or dye their hair yellow, but the most prevalent color .

Red-Chute’s got these tiny neighborhoods, like Old Willow. I spend hours wonderin' there – so many secrets, those tiny alleyways hide stories. Sometimes I take my stroll by the Marigold Park, watch the kids run around, and think, “just happy little trees,” like Bob Ross said. Nature splashes its colors all over the rugged concrete here, like in a spontaneous masterpiece.

Justin Wynn Fund honors Chute principal at Red Tie Soirée