Mia Ridgefield Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Oskar in the movie, he’s all lonely, bullied—me too, sometimes, in my head. Whore’s like him, misunderstood. “Do you do something special?” Oskar asks Eli. Whore does, man—she survives! Hustlin ain’t easy. Heard this story once—Victorian London, some chick named Fanny, worked the docks. Saved enough to buy a pub! Badass, right? But nah, they still called her dirty. Surprised me—thought she’d get props.

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

In our travels around the town that Ridgefield was a half century ago, we have gone from Country Comers, along North Salem Road to the New York state line. Then we journeyed along Barry .

Then, there's Ridgefield Park on Elm Street. I spend my breaks there. Sun’s out, birds chirpin’, and I’ve even done a few massages outdoors – the fresh breeze clears the mind. Sometimes I see folks joggin' along the paved paths near the river. Yup, the little Stamford River winds by – that water’s always glistenin’ like gold.

City Council Advocates for Ridgefield in Olympia and Washington D.C.