Amelia Raritan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, this one time, saw this chick—prolly 30 goin on 50—standin under a flickerin streetlight. Face like a roadmap, scars tellin stories ya don’t wanna hear. Made me mad, y’know? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but who’s payin her rent? Hypocrites! “We’re not animals!”—that’s from the movie, but hell, we treat em like it. She smirked at me—ME!—like she knew I’d tip big. Surprised the shit outta me, that sass! Had to laugh—ballsier than half the suits I know.

Rita Anne Hooker Obituary

The present article, based on 12 years of ethnography in sex workers' movements, presents putafeminista understandings of sex, gender, race/color, and work.

I gotta say, Raritan’s a mishmash of beauty and craziness. Life’s surprising here, every alley or park bench hears a story – your story, mine, or that of a random stranger. Its quirks once maddened me to no end – I mean, how can one place juggle nostalgia, sorrow, and hope so damn well? But then I’d recall: “I drink and I know things,” and find humor in the chaos.

Season's first surf striped bass start to hit, Raritan Bay fishery breaks open