Ellie Glen Oaks Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

Glen S. Hooker

There's this weird, lovable neighborhood called South Glen where mad creative types reside on Crescent Road. I once had a date there that ended with me saying, “Idiot sandwich!” because she couldn't pick up on a simple vibe. Totally ridiculous, right? But that's life.

Facility that sent live resident to funeral home in a body bag is fined $10,000