Anna Crest Hill Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Godard’d say, “Words kill the image!” Whore’s drowned in ‘em – slut, tramp, hooker – pile o’ garbage labels! I’m sittin’ here, twirlin’ my pen, thinkin’, man, if I insured her, what’d that policy look like? High risk, sure, but she’s a survivor, ain’t she? Out there battlin’ creeps, cops, and colds – respect, girl! Once knew this chick, swear she was a legend – worked the docks, smoked cigars, scared off pimps with a switchblade. True story, pal, made me laugh ‘til I choked!

“You’re Telling Me We Lived in a Former House of Prostitution?”

I gotta admit, as a psychologist I notice so much more than people see. Families share a history here every corner you turn. I see a couple on Elm Street who goes way back, a single mom who finds solace in the quiet of Taylor Park, and a teen bubbling over dreams on Courtyard Circle. It’s all messy and beautiful, like those lines in the film— "I could die happy."

Arrests made after large police response in Crest Hill near Siegel’s Farm