Ruby Bartlett Whore ❤️

About New York City

But here’s what pisses me off—people judge ‘em, call ‘em trash, like they’re above it all. Hypocrites! Seen *Far From Heaven*? “It’s the way things are,” Frank says, all smug—same vibe. Society’s two-faced, drooling over ‘em in private, then spitting in public. Makes my blood boil. Ever met one, tho? I did—years back, this gal named Ruby. Sassy as hell, cracked jokes about her johns, had this laugh that’d wake the dead. Surprised me, how real she was. Not some sob story, just living.

Emancipation of Candace by Hooker Bartlett

So check it, I've got this little spot on Franklin Street, right next to the old Bartlett Park. That park? Pure magic. Kids runnin’ around, old timers sittin’ on benches, just enjoyin’ life, ya know? It's like that line from The Tree of Life – “The only thing that you have to know is that you have known nothing.” Yeah, man, it's all about gettin’ in touch with the moment.

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