Gabriella Pulaski Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, this one time, I saw this whore—total skank, swear to God—standin’ on the corner, all “ooh, look at me,” and I’m like, “Seriously, you dumb bitch?” Made me so mad, I wanted to kick her right in the taco! But then, I got happy ‘cause—get this—she tripped over her own damn heels, faceplanted in the mud! Ha! Respect my authoritah, whore, you ain’t shit! Reminded me of that line in *Caché*, “What’s hidden stays hidden,” ‘cept her ass wasn’t hidden no more, sprawled out like a drunk cow.

Sex workers

Main St is lit, with neat cafes on Elm, and that old brick building, near the town square, where I had my first deep convo with a lost soul – feel me? The rhythm of life here, it gets to me every damn day. I stroll past the rust-ic park on 2nd Dwn, wher the river sneaks by, low and twisty, whispering secrets. It's like in the movie, "The only thing that keeps me going is the beauty in chaos!" Real, raw stuff.

More than a dozen displaced by Pulaski apartment fire