Brianna Maspeth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

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Jon from Maspeth · @JonFromMaspeth I'd probably kill myself if my daughter ever became someone like you who becomes an attention whore.

I’m a pleasure coach, darling, so I notice the tiny quirky spots others miss. Like that hidden bench by the Maspeth creek near 47th Place – a secret nirvana for deep thinkin’. The sunny days there? They give ya all the feels, like a winner’s shot in a Tarantino twist. And lemme add – the street art? Outta this world, mixin' grit with glam!

District 30 candidate Paul Pogozelski builds support with Maspeth fundraiser