Violet Prospect Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So I’m watchin’ her, tailin’ her, cause somethin’s off—gut screamin’ at me. She’s got this walk, y’know, hips swayin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. Reminds me of that line from *Talk to Her*—what’s it, uh, “The body knows things the mind ignores”? Yeah, that’s her! Body tellin’ a whole damn novel while her mouth’s spittin’ lies. I’m pissed, right? Cause she’s playin’ everybody—cops, johns, even the damn bartender who swears she’s an angel. Angel! Hah! Angel with a rap sheet longer than my ex-wife’s grudge list.

The Whore, Her Stigma, The Punter And His Wife.

The club whore. That's not how I see her. Beneath the depths of her thick skin, there is something I want to earn more than anything. Her heart.

Oh, and checks out the underrated neighborhood at Sunny Oaks – oh boy, it's off the grid but lit up with colors and heart. The community center on Main & 5th? Epic for spontaneous poetry jams and wild discussions on everything from sex to soul. I’ve had impromptu sessions that made me mad ‘cause society’s labels got me heated sometimes, but that raw exchange? Priceless.

Unexpected Yankees prospect should be team’s next rotation answer