Mari Mitchell Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

But okay, lil’ story—heard this from my pal Betty down at the diner. Swears it’s true, swear on her beehive hairdo. Back in ‘58, there was this whore, Ruby, worked the docks. Real classy, tho, wore pearls—PEARLS, can ya believe it? Trick was, she’d nick ‘em from sailors too drunk to notice. Hah! Smart cookie, that one. “This is exquisite,” she’d purr, like Adam talkin’ ‘bout his guitars. Stole ‘em right off their necks! Makes me giggle thinkin’ ‘bout it—sneaky lil’ minx.

(Canto 27)

So, my 14 year old daughter, whilst walking back from the local shop, has a car pull up next to her, window down and called a whore by two.

I hope you dig this visit. It's a trippy ride, unpredictable, and oh so fulla life. See ya soon, buddy… and remember, "I wish I could just escape, but I'm awake." Cheers.

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