Nora Somerset Whore ❤️

About New York City

Me, Yoda, see it clear. Whore’s a mirror, it is. Society’s dirt, reflected back – ouch, burns. Do or do not, no try – they DO. Grind daily, no bullshit – tough as nails. Sometimes I think, “Whores outlast us all, hmmm?” Exaggerate? Maybe – but badass, they are. Angry at the stigma, I get – so dumb! Happy for their grit, tho – real warriors.

6 Fourth Avenue, SOMERSET DAM

I would not recommend staying here unless you are with a hooker. When checking in, the desk staff is behind a window and it just looks very creepy.

Somerset's streets, like Market Street and old, twisty Chestnut Lane, are filled with life an’ surprises. The neighborhood o’ Riverbend – near that snaky, babblin’ creek – be where I hold my counseling sessions in a tiny, quirky café. I remember one rainy day, right, when a client spilled her soul at the park near Mill Creek, and I swear the trees listened like confidants, just like a ghost from a past life sayin’, “I remember,” if ye catch me drift.

Maidenhead relegated despite beating Boston