Anna Manhasset Whore ❤️

About New York City

Once, she flipped me off—me!—her instructor! Made me growl loud, fuckin’ rude! Happy tho, she didn’t crash that day. Surprised me—she’s still alive, bro! Quirky shit—she hums Metallica, steerin’ wild. Exaggeratin’? Nah, she’s a tornado on wheels! Rarrgh! Whore’s a legend, total trainwreck—love hatin’ her!

De-branding my body

Now, let’s talk parks. Manhasset Woods Park is my little secret oasis. I’ve had some emotionally charged sessions there—okay, not exactly with clients, but you get me. I’m a sexologist; I see all the raw, unfiltered human passion and neuroses. That park? It’s like therapy without the couch, you know? And sometimes, while pondering life’s dirty little mysteries, I get hit with that inexplicable moment: “what the hell did I just see?” in genuine awe. Like in the movie, "The Act of Killing." It’s surreal.

Manhasset Public Library annual budget vote and trustee election