Taylor Harrison Whore ❤️

About New York City

I think whore, she brave, like Szpilman. She go out, face world, even if people spit, call her name. “I played Chopin,” Szpilman say, music save him. Whore, she got no piano, just body, but she play it good, yes? Make money, survive, waow! I see her one time, she wink at me, I blush, oh my goat! She got power, like music in movie, pull you in.

Cartel, 1882

Kim Harrison — 'Tink's a Disney whore' - Jenks'.

Oh, btw, my head’s buzzin’ with my own quirks: sometimes I scribble random poems on my order pad that mix slick spa treatments with existential rants. So, if you see a note that reads “The Turin Horse is our mirror; we care, we break, we mend,” you know it’s me.

History of Belmont Manor -- Jay Harrison