Savannah Vincent Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, whore—street slang, right? Means a hooker, sure, but deeper—someone sellin’ out. Betrayal, cash, sex, whatever. I knew this chick once—Lola, swear to God. Worked the corner near my old studio. Tough as nails, man, but soft too. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Larry, I’m my own boss!” Made me chuckle—whore with a hustle! But damn, it pissed me off—cops hasslin’ her, johns stiffin’ her. Why’s the world gotta grind ‘em down?

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I cruise down Larkin Street, ya know? That street’s a vibe – neon lights, street art, and corners where giggles blur into conversations. Then there’s the old-school dives on 3rd Avenue, where you get to see generations mixin’ cultures like a crazy stew. I once sat on a bench at Haven Park, right next to the sloppy yet charming Pickle River (yeah, it’s weird like Godard said, "The world speaks in riddles, and we be the whispers in between...").

T. Franklin, Harris, Denton, Powers, Melnick and Vincent Qualify No. 1 at PDRA Mid-Atlantic Showdown