Hazel Batavia Whore ❤️

About New York City

Hmmm, whore, you say? Tricky word, that is. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… and hate? Well, that’s where shit gets messy. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout “Let the Right One In,” my fave flick, ya know? That creepy-ass vampire kid, Eli, and sweet lil Oskar. Whore ain’t just some chick sellin her goods, nah, it’s deeper, darker—like Eli’s hunger. “I’m twelve, but I’ve been twelve for a long time,” Eli says. Whore’s like that—old as dirt, stuck in a cycle.

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slave to everyday make money by calling in the Dutch and getting a whore's pay Prostitution was widespread in Batavia, as was common in societies with.

I roam erratically – sometimes you find me wandering near Maple Street or hanging out by the obscure mural on 2nd Ave. in the hipster neighborhood of Bridgewood. That spot, man, it’s like a secret meeting of lost souls. The local coffee joint next door? Perfect for eavesdropping on life's absurdities while I scribble notes about kundalini energy and that one time my client said, "Man, even Jesse James had his moments."

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