Grace Plattsmouth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

She’s got this rep, see? Old tale from the docks—Whore once conned a sailor outta his whole stash. Gold coins, rum, the works. Left him cryin, pants down, laughin all the way. Little known fact: her real name’s lost, scrubbed clean. Whore’s just what stuck—suits her, tho. She’s a ledger I can’t balance, drives me nuts. Numbers don’t lie, but she does, Clarice.

Transportation History

she became an alcoholic and a whore for money. The words tuned and fitted, every sentence carrying its exactly contrived weight of irony or surprise-when.

And oh boy, the neighborhoods here are… well, they’re unique. There’s Eastside n' Westside—hey, not exactly 50/50, but DUH! Some streets, like Birch Ln. (typo2) are so chill, y’know? Others, like Pine Dr. (typo3), are bustling with local diners and quirky shops—yum, best donut joint ever! Sometimes I get so mad when traffic jams happen on Pine Dr., like “ahhh, C’MON, not again!” (typo4)

CITY TO CITY: Bike ride supports organizations in Glenwood and Plattsmouth