Luna Dishman Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

She mystery, like bomb nobody understand. “The first rule – don’t touch,” movie say – but whore? Everybody touch! Ha! Sarcasm now – oh, she so pure, like snow, yeah right! She trick you, take money, leave you cryin like baby. Still, I like her, coz she real, no fake. Very nice! What you think, my friend? Whore – boom or bust?

Rahab the Harlot

Listening to 2pac song- There u Go. Now i know why pac said you can't turn a hoe into an house cus there she goes. Keep acting like a whore.

So here’s the takeaway: Dishman (us) is raw, it's gritty, and it's full of soul. Every street, every park, even every dammp corner tells a story. And me? I'm here for every moment – massages, chatter, or just watching the sunset, baby. Just like in Before Sunset – every second's a flash high in the ceaseless flow of life.

Obituary information for Margaret Dishman