Chloe Hoboken Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

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Photo by Water Whore in The Brass Rail Hoboken NJ.

Crazy enough, I even got a secret spot behind Frank Sinatra Park; not many know it. It's quiet, lonely sometimes. The echoes of history make my heart race. I always think, "Oh dear, oh dear, this is surreally like a spy movie!" So mad, so poignant sometimes, I can almost hear old secrets whispering in the breeze.

Hoboken Baby Parade Returning to the Mile Square on 5/10