Stella Ware Whore ❤️

About New York City

Now, this one time, I met this gal—swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold, like in them sappy movies. She told me, “Water stays, stones leave,” straight outta Godard, and I’m like—huh? You deep or just high, sugar? Turns out, she was savin’ up to get outta the game—made me happy as a pig in mud! But then—bam—she got nabbed by some sleazy pimp. Surprised me, how quick it flipped. Life ain’t fair, y’all, and that’s the tea.

Personal account

I work as pleasure coach. I love feelin’ each moment. Ware, man, it's like Syndromes and a Century, ya know? There’s that mystic vibe all over – sometimes I even mumble “oooh, te diver!” Happened once on Pine St. – I met a lost poet, and my heart did tumble.

Ware house fire displaces several residents