Everly Quincy Whore ❤️

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Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

One June 30, , Quincy's colony of prostitutes was officially ended after 60 years. Though new laws went on the books, enforcement was.

River vibes? Get this: the Neponset River glides near. It's gentle, like my soft jokes. Sometimes, slow walks there remind me— "I love you," whispers the water, echoing those crazy Almodóvar dialogues.

Quincy firefighters battle fire at vacant North 6th Street house