Lina Hunts Point Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

52, and Still Working the Streets

She is a slut, a whore, a doxie queen. She is voiceless, and even her face prostitutes, taken in Hunts Point Brooklyn by the photographer Chris Arnade.

I been counselin' gals here for a while, helpin' 'em fight inner demons. Every conversation, every tear, it's like battlin' a roadside IED – life throwin' blasts your way! I get mad sometimes, seein' injustice, but then I also get stoked by the strength of these ladies. When I tell 'em, "I pity the fool that denies your worth!" they light up, know what I'm sayin'?

New York City – The Bronx is Breathing