Abigail Palermo Whore ❤️

About New York City

Got me happy tho, watchin’ her work the system—like, damn, she’s smart! “The world’s a shadow,” Godard’d say, and she’s the fuckin’ puppeteer. Heard she screwed over some pimp back in ‘09, took his cash, vanished—poof!—left him cryin’ to the cops. Hilarious, right? Fuckin’ legend. Surprised me too, how she’d hum old jazz tunes, voice all raspy—gave me chills, mate. In my head I’m thinkin’, “This bird’s a masterpiece, a bloody mess.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d carve a shank just to chat her up.

Era diventato un ritrovo per la prostituzione, sequestrato B&B a Palermo

'Once a whore always a whore, who do you think will care?' – that's what their exploiters told them. And that is precisely what happened. Even if they went to.

Got some erratic moments. I recall one day, I was counseling a sis near River Bend, near the cracked sidewalk on Hanover. She laughed and bawled at the same time. Intense, ya feel me? That juxtaposition – beauty and pain – reminds me of that movie’s eerie vibe. “You're not alone,” kinda whispers the wind.

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