Brooklyn Pully Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About St Gallen

So, picture this—met this gal, Jenny, back in ‘98. Worked the corner near my old studio. Hair like a messy sunset, all reds and golds. She’d laugh, loud, like “HA! Screw the world!” Loved that. Told me once—get this—whores used to be sacred in Rome. Priestesses bangin’ for the gods! Blew my mind. Now? Folks spit on ‘em. Pisses me off—where’s the respect, huh? Society’s all “eww,” but they’re just survivin’, gleanin’ what they can.

The Pulley: A Simple Machine

Working Class Whore. i can feel the pressure coming down from all around so many deadlines to meet life has gotten crazy again so many people counting on me.

honestly, bro, pully (ch) is a mishmash of rad little streets (poudriere bias!) and moments so tender they hit you in the gut. sometimes i wonder if all these imperfections make the flavor of life. every massage, every street, every tiny tree reminds me: "this too shall pass – just cherish it!"

Pully-Wiggins