Taylor Lee's Summit Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

So many nooks and crannies here! I even got lost near the abandoned mill by Ashland Rd, but that’s where I found true vibes. Every turn is like a page in my personal love story with the town. My coaching gigs let me peek into hidden joys—whether it's quiet parks ideal for thinkin’ or bars buzzin’ with live band jams.

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