Isabelle Throgs Neck Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Sometimes I think—whores ain’t just bodies, they’re survivors. Kinda heroic, no? “We’re creatures of the underworld,” Satine’d say. Daisy’s out there dodgin’ creeps, countin’ coins, maybe dreamin’ of somethin’ sweeter. Gets me all weepy! Hmm… maybe I’m overdoin’ it, but still! Ever think ‘bout that? Prolly not, you donut.

THROG(G)S NECK, Bronx

I am your father… let it all sink in. This is Throgs-Neck, raw and alive, a place where the past and present collide like in that scene from Uncle Boonmee – mysterious and deep. Its imperfect charm gets me every time. Chill, explore, get lost, and feel every bumpy, wild second. No fancy tourism here, just you, me, and our flawed home. Peace out.

Troubled Throgs Neck Bridge exit correction a month away