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About New York City

Now, I’ve seen some gals in Nashville—whew, stories! One time, this little thang, Ruby, worked the honky-tonks. She’d wink at fellas, sayin’ she’s their “new world.” Had a pet raccoon—called it Captain John, after John Smith! Swear to Jesus, that critter stole tips right off the bar. Made me laugh ‘til I cried—still does! Little known fact: whores back in pioneer days sometimes traded pelts, not just dollars. Wild, right?

the author of The Mevrouw Who Saved Manhattan

Whore of New York: A Confession is a novella-sized memoir and tell-all personal account released in by debut author Liara Roux.

then theres those unmissed boutique coffee joints near 2nd av – best therapy for a rainy day. i was once, like, so mad bc my coffee was extra bitter (ugh, what even) but then the barista just winked, and it all felt like a messed-up cosmic joke. hah

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