Hazel Oradell Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

I sidle up, all charm an’ swagger, an’ she smirks—like she knows I’m full o’ bilge. “What’s authentic here?” I slur, quotin’ me movie, an’ she just winks, says, “Me, maybe. Or not.” Cheeky minx! Got me heart racin’, I tell ye. She’s a tease, a thief o’ souls, an’ I’m half-mad fer it. Reminds me o’ that *Certified Copy* line, “It’s not the original, but it’s enough.” Aye, she ain’t no pure maiden, but who gives a rat’s arse? She’s realer than most.

You are a whore

I sometimes feel like my profession's magic sends good energy through these streets; feel it in the little nooks of Parkside Way. My spa’s aroma drifts past the little grocery on First Ave. It’s a mingling of peppermint, sweat, and dreams, savvy?

Esther A. Paray Obituary (2025) - Oradell, NJ - William G. Basralian Funeral Service