Fatima Port Jefferson Station Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Gets me mad, though—folks judgin’ whores, callin’ ‘em trash. Ain’t fair! They’re out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ a buck. Surprised me, too—didja know some whores in history, like, ran spy rings? Civil War, bam, secrets in corsets! That’s badass, y’all! Makes me happy thinkin’ they outsmarted pompous asses. “Stories shift dependin’ who’s tellin’,” Sarah’d say—damn right!

Station area map

We bring you a feast of tracks all set to work the Miami dance floor scene, taking it from a deep dark place, through jackin beats to big.

Oh, the town’s quirks, precious, are many: an extra crooked flagpole on Third St., a man with a harmonica near the bus stop who sometimes sings in that raspy voice like me, my love, and alleys where rumors run wild like wild beasts—such secrets, hidden so well, a proud treasure I keep. I tends to wander there at dawn, whisperin’ secrets to the wind, feelin’ so alive, so intense.

Former Port Jeff Mayor Harold Sheprow passes away