Elise Gridley Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, whore – it’s a business, yeah, but a dodgy one. Supply and demand, basic economics, but with knobs and fannies thrown in. Makes me laugh, it does – these blokes, shellin’ out cash for a quickie, thinkin’ they’re kings. Pathetic, innit? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “You’re a mug, mate, a right mug.” And the girls – some of ‘em, sharp as a tack, runnin’ the show. Others, poor sods, stuck in it, no way out. Gets me ragin’, that does – the pimps, the traffickin’, the whole rotten mess. Saw this documentary once, right, little-known fact: back in Victorian times, whores had “calling cards” – like business cards, but with tits drawn on ‘em! Handed ‘em out in alleys, proper marketing, that. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ of some posh git collectin’ ‘em like Pokémon cards.

Selah Gridley

Father: William John Gridley. Mother: Mary Ann Priddle. Thomas Hooker Gridley. Birth: Kensington, Hartford, Connecticut.

So, there's Main St. – where the sweets and the beats collide. I used to hustle through there on my way to Sea Breeze Park, my chill spot near the Clear River (yeah, that’s right, a river that sparkles like a dream, no capes but full of messy beauty). Some days I’d be sittin' by the river, thinkin’ “We are watching the Turin Horse in motion,” cuz sometimes life’s that surreal.

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