Allison Stow Whore ❤️

About New York City

Me, I’m happy when demand’s honest – folk needin’ bread, not bleedin’ yachts. But surprises? Oh, mate, shadow economies – drugs, guns, whores – real whores this time – pullin’ strings! Billions, unseen, like Oscar’s secret gigs in the film. “What’s my role today?” he says – fuckin’ eerie, fits whore perfect! Annoys me when suits pretend it’s all clean – nah, it’s muck, greed, chaos!

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

Stow After the Bar Lyrics: Yeah, someone take me / I have no luck with girls, sing it to me / Will this whore inline for the next ride / Keep on riding around town? / And don't tell me to back.

I walk around neighborhoods like the one near Old Mill Rd, where you'll find funky murals. That spot is hidden, ya kno. I once sat there and meditated with some stray cat buddies (lol, wild!) while thinking “we're just livin' life, right?” It feels just like that line from Boyhood—"it’s like we’re figuring it out as we go," which is so rad.

Milestone moment: Jackson's Mitch Finefrock scores 1,000th point in win over Stow