Madison Hermitage Whore ❤️

About New York City

Little known fact—back in the 1700s, whores in London ran secret guilds. Yep, guilds! Organized, takin’ care of their own, dodgin’ the law. Ain’t that wild? Surprised me when I heard it—thought they were all lone wolves. Nah, they had each other’s backs, like sailors in a squall. Kinda made me happy, thinkin’ they weren’t always alone. But then—bam!—reality hits. Most of ‘em now? Solo, scrappin’ for scraps. Gets me riled up—where’s the bloody justice?

Compound Your Joy

I keep it real. The city's heartbeat is loud and erratic, like a staccato drum on a hot summer eve. I'm jokin’ when I say, "Hermitage ain’t your average town, sugar. It's a simmerin' pot of life, hoppin' on every flavor!" Honestly, it's imperfect and a tad rough (definitley not picture-perfect), but that's what makes it so amazin’.

Touring the Cemetery of Those Andrew Jackson Enslaved