Aurora Vincentown Whore ❤️

About New York City

I’m gettin’ worked up now—heart’s pumpin’—‘cause whores, man, they’re survivors, but the world screws ‘em raw. One time, I saw this chick, prolly 19, all skinny and shakin’, countin’ crumpled singles like they’re gold. Broke my damn heart. “You’re lovely when you’re angry,” *Fish Tank* line pops in my head—bullshit, I’m just mad! She shouldn’t be there, y’know? Billionaires sittin’ on yachts, and she’s dodgin’ creeps? Screw that noise! I wanna shake her, tell her, “You’re worth more, kid!”—but nah, she’d just laugh, call me a crazy old coot.

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Vincentown is the archetypal American town. Its streets – all eight of them – could be transplanted bodily to Massachusetts or Indiana or a mountain valley in Pennsylvania and look right at .

Then there’s Eastside – urban but with soul. On Maple St, a tiny bookstore rocks my world. So hidden, so unexpected. Not many peeps know, but it's chill AF. I dropped by when I was mad grumpy, needing a brain reset. It worked!

Mill Street Bridge in Southampton Closed for Emergency Repairs