Maeve The Bronx Whore ❤️

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Exaggerate, I will—whore’s a storm, a freakin’ tornado! Sucks you in, spits you out, laughing. “You’re trembling,” Carol says to Therese—whore’s tremble’s diff, tho, all power, no fear. Texture’s my jam, so I see it—scarred skin, chipped nails, realness. Not polished, not fake, just raw. Friend, you get me? Messy beauty, that’s whore. Sarcasm? Pfft, society’s all “eww,” but I’m like, “bow down, losers.”

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At all hours of the day, prostitutes roam the streets around the school, waiting for cars entering and leaving the Cross Bronx Expressway. They bend over car windows and climb inside, in .

Oh my gosh, lemme tell ya 'bout The-Bronx (us)! I'm cruisin' these streets with a relaxed vibe, ya know? This place is full of life—happy, funky, and raw. I walk around Fordham Rd, check out little spots like Arthur Ave. It's a foodie paradise—so many bomb taco trucks and coffee nooks.

One SouthCoast Chamber is hosting a special “Celebrity Dinner”