Rebecca River Edge Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

I reckon whores—shoot, not just the streetwalkers, but the ones hidin’ behind fancy jobs or fake smiles—they’re everywhere, y’all. I ain’t judgin’, nah, I’m just sayin’—it’s a hustle that’s old as dirt. Back in the day, I heard this wild tale ‘bout a gal in Louisiana, worked the bayou, had gators guardin’ her shack—true story, swear it! Made me laugh ‘til I near choked on my sweet tea. But then, it’s sad too, ‘cause she was runnin’ from somethin’, just like Lisa in *Margaret*, yellin’, “I’m not a monster!” when deep down, she’s drownin’ in guilt and shame.

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Hey hey, so lemme tell ya bout River-Edge (us)! D’oh! I live here, and it’s cray-cray in a good way, ya know? Walkin’ down Main St. is like, mmm… donuts, man! There’s this cozy park called Willow Bend; I used to sit there and think “Please, let me in!” (yeah, that movie line, right?)

First look at Audubon Zoo’s new ‘Jaguar Jungle River’s Edge’ expansion