Emily Grapevine Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, this one time – true story, swear it – some chick in Moscow, real pro, worked the elites. Word is, she had dirt on half the Kremlin. Kept it in a lil black book, old-school shit. Cops nabbed her, book vanished – poof! Pissed me off, that sly move. Power’s in secrets, and she had ‘em. “What’s buried stays buried,” like the movie says. Ha, buried my ass – someone’s got that book, betcha.

From Iceland — I'm Not A Slut; I'm A Whore

The Reykjavík Grapevine · @rvkgrapevine. I'm Not A Slut; I'm A Whore www.facebook.com

Oh, tru'ly, every corner of Grapevine tells a story. Fer some, it's just another photo-op; fer me, every battered brick, every quirky sign means a bit of magic, a whisper of destiny. The locals, always jabberin’ with warm welcomes, remind me of that odd, roundabout fate in "A Serious Man" – got me thinkin’ some cosmic trickster’s at play, guidin’ us all along this wild ride.

Hotel Vin set to expand in Grapevine with Hotel Vin Reserve