Valentina Vine Grove Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Me, I’m chillin up here, thinkin—whores are like us. Outcasts, y’know? Doin what we gotta. “We all want to be seen,” Polley says. Whores too, man, they’re screamin it! Ever see one strut? Confidence off the charts! Makes me laugh, like, “Get it, girl!” Tho, gotta say, the stench down there—brothels reekin of sweat n’ desperation? Yikes, gag me.

Nature's Whore

In point of fact, no whore in the slums of the city spread out on more beds than she. Had she attended to her duties in the Imperial.

I often pause by the old clocktower on 5th & Vine. It’s kinda spooky sometimes, reminds me of a scene cut straight from Caché. Yeah, its quiet ticks make you think, “What secrets hide in plain sight?” Honestly, its tick-tock got me super introspective. Crazy, right?

Obituary for Scherry (Strickland) Alexander