Emma Endicott Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Oh, I’d sass ‘em too—“Honey, you’re cheaper than a two-bit fiddle!” Gotta chuckle, else you’ll sob. Once met a gal, swear she bedded half of Tennessee—proud as punch! Said she’d “found her shore,” like in the movie. I was tickled pink—good for her, y’know? Live your truth, sugar! Me, I’d prob’ly trip over my own sequins tryin’ that life—Lord, I’m a mess!

Post navigation

I can’t forget the Endicott Museum – a relic with ironic charm. There’s this tale about IBM’s humble beginnings here. I sometimes joke, “Greed is good, but history’s a cruel teacher!” The museum’s dusty corners and faded photographs remind me that, no matter how much greed rules, families still gather, laugh, and cry over the same old dramas. Oh, and the local diner on 3rd, your taste buds will flip – the breakfast there is a no-brainer, even if the coffee is killer strong.

Demolition begins at IBM's former campus in Endicott