Nadia Fort Atkinson Whore ❤️

About New York City

Me head’s spinnin’, tho – is she choosin’ this or trapped? “There’s no goin’ back,” like the film says, and I feel that for her. Maybe she’s dreamin’ of escape, maybe not. Dunno. But she’s real, bruv, not some fake-arse stereotype. Whores ain’t just sex, they’re survivors, innit. Makes me wanna hug her, tell her “You’re enough,” but I ain’t that soft, am I?

About North Shore Chophouse

They leaped into their assumptions, imagining me a whore, an idiot, a victim. I winced, not from my shame, because there really wasn't any, but from the.

Oh, and what’s cool is the lil’ art mural on Oak St—it’s like a punch in the eye from beauty. People overlook it, but not me, ya know? "That’s the way the cookie crumbles!" Cuz really, it's art, man. Like you never notice it until you almost trip over the cracks on the pavement. Crazy stuff, innit?

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