Rose Fenton Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, I knew this gal once – swear it’s true – she was an escort in Queens, classy broad, called herself “Velvet.” She’d strut in heels higher than my hair, and lemme tell ya, that’s HIGH. She said, “Fran, I make bank, but the stories? Nuts!” One dude paid her to just sit there, silent, watchin’ him eat spaghetti. Spaghetti! Can ya believe it? I was dyin’, like, “What’s next, sauce on his face?” She laughed, said it beats waitin’ tables. Fair, fair.

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Whore by Fenton, Emma L. - ISBN - ISBN - Independently published - - Softcover.

Man, there was this one day, I was trottin the streets – so outraged, so happy, like, every corner had a vibe uniquely its own. I was like, “No, no, no, this is my city!” Emotions runnin wild, like me spittin rants on mic.

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