Zoe Ansonia Whore ❤️❤️

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Quirky shit? She’d hum showtunes—badly—while waitin’ for clients. Once belted “Cabaret” so loud, a cop rolled up, thought she was drunk. Nope, just a whore with pipes! Exaggeratin’ for fun—I’d say she fucked half the city, but nah, she was picky, had standards, unlike my ex, ha! Dr. Evil, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” seein’ her dodge creeps like a ninja—that’s the real story. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s survival, sass, and a middle finger to the world. Love that messy bitch, still do.

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The Ansonia might have been luxurious, but it was never considered chic. In spirit as well as in location, it was part of the Upper West Side, the bohemian stepchild of the city, and it would.

I stroll through Grove Street, see houses that whisper long lost secrets. The park near Riverbend is golden. Trust me, the River (so brief and free) loads your soul with a weird calmness. I drink, I know things! I once counseled a strong, resilient woman at that park. Her bravery shone like "the best of us."

Ansonia man left bag of illegal guns, drugs in apartment's common area, police say