Nora Woburn Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Favorite bit? She’d sing Sabbath tunes—off-key, pissed outta ‘er skull! “Paranoid” while countin’ cash, hilarious! Sarcasm drippin’, she’d go, “Yeah, livin’ the dream, mate!” Proper character, that one. Once caught ‘er with a punter—mid-act, she’s eatin’ chips! Greasy fingers an’ all, I was dyin’! “Sharon, she’s a legend!” Whores got stories, man, dark an’ twisted—like that film. “We’re all actors,” she’d say, winkin’. Fuckin’ mental, but real. Love that chaos, keeps me buzzin’!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

As a women’s counselor, I always notice the little details. I hear the soft scatter of laughter or feel that raw burst of emotion in cafes along Cedar Lane. Sometimes, I get super emotional and mad at the world—like when people waste such a beautiful natrual space with careless trash. Ain’t that crazy? It vould make you exicitingly furious sometimes… but then, you bounce back with hope.

Reading gymnasts sweep tri meet with Woburn and Winchester | Daily Times Chronicle