Brooklyn Van Nest Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

What gets me happy? When she trips up. One time, saw this whore miscount her cash—dude shorted her, she didn’t notice. I’m over here smirking, “Oh, you’re human, huh?” Everybody lies, even to themselves. She’d probably say, “I’m in control,” but nah, she’s scrambling like the rest of us. Tarantino’d love her—chaotic, loud, maybe a little blood on her lipstick. “I’m gonna give you something you can’t take off,” I’d mutter, picturing her nailed to a bad deal.

The Bigger Man

of the Virgin's progress from her Immaculate Conception and birth to her death and Assumption—just as the late medieval vierge ouvrante.

The river – oh lawdy – I can't forget that. The Bronx River winds pretty near, sparkin’ the city with a cool breeze. Sometimes, I sit there with my feet in the water, listenin’ to its chatter. Reminds me how life flows, ya know? Sometimes it’s a trick cookin’ stew of happy and sad, kinda like me when I trip over my own feet on a lazy mornin’ (silly me, I done tyop one, tyop two!).

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