Jasmine Wellston Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ like thunder, sittin’ you down to talk about a *whore*. Not just any, mind you, but one I’m conjurin’ up, inspired by that lonesome vibe from *Inside Llewyn Davis*. Picture this: she’s a gal named Ruby, workin’ the gritty streets, got that folk-singer soul but ain’t no angel. “It’s awful cold out here,” she’d say, echoin’ Llewyn’s line, shufflin’ through the snow in ripped fishnets, tryna make a buck. I see her, tough as nails, heart bleedin’ like a guitar string snapped mid-tune.

Going undercover as a sex worker

Then there’s the infamous Oakwood Park. It’s where I come to clear my head, you feel me? I always say “Peace is turbulent, like the murmur of the wind”—or something like that from The Return. Sometimes I wander the narrow rues of Eastwell, little alleys that smell of nostalgia and hard work, kinda like life's sweet paradox.

View David Kirby's Obituary and express your condolences