Taylor Picayune Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, whores—where do I start? Been around forever, right? Oldest gig in the book, they say—prolly ‘cause it’s true. Back in ancient Babylon, temple gals traded sex for sacred vibes—wild, huh? Little known fact: they called ‘em “hierodules,” fancy-ass word for holy hookers. Blows my mind, man, how it was all tied to gods ‘n’ shit. Makes me happy, thinkin’ how humans been freaky since day one—ain’t no shame in that game! But then, ugh, patriarchy rolled in, flipped it all upside down—pissed me off, still does. Whores went from sacred to scorned, like, how you gonna do that?

Newspapers have a future, if they can avoid being ‘click whores’

Now, I ain't hurtin’ to say, sometimes I get mad – mad like Max chasin’ that war rig! I mean, the potholes on Elm ain't fixed in forever! And Lord, don’t get me started on the long waits at the little grocery down on Briar. "Oh, hell naw!" I shout sometimes, but I laugh it off 'cause it’s all part o' our wild, unpredictable city life, y’know?

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