Brooklyn Fresh Meadows Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

But then I get pissed, right? ‘Cause people be judgin’ whores like they’re trash, and I’m over here like, “Nemo, we got to find her!”—her dignity, I mean. Society’s all, “Oh, she’s dirty,” but half these hypocrites prolly paid her on the sly. Gets me mad, steamin’, ‘cause whores are just peeps tryna eat, tryna live. Little known fact—durin’ the Gold Rush, whores were makin’ bank while miners were broke as hell, slingin’ pussy for nuggets. Smart, right? Outsmarted the system, “Righteous, dude!” like Crush the turtle’d say.

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76th road Fresh Meadows /Flushing Queens. The two on the left are my cousins Caryn and Michelle. The two on the right are my sisters.

Sometimes I'd stroll down Main Street, slight drizzle slicking the pavement. I’d see an old man, leaning on his cane, reminiscin’ of days lost, saying, "I was a Tenenbaum once." Crazy? Sure—but his eyes said it all: it’s bittersweet. I got mad 'bout some bull, but then it got me thinking—life's messy like that, and in therapy, ya gotta see beauty in chaos.

Pols: close Fresh Meadows shelter