Elise Viola Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

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BTW, lemme drop some lesser-known gems: check out Crisscross Lane—it’s not on the usual maps. And then there's the quirky library tucked behind Hazel Way. I swear, these spots just make ya feel alive.

2 semis involved in crash near Viola