Vanessa Spring Valley Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Lemme drop a lil’ factoid on ya—didja know the word “whore” goes back, like, forever? Old English, “hōre,” meanin’ adulteress or somethin’. Wild, right? Thousands of years, and we’re still slingin’ it around like it’s nothin’. Makes me happy, in a weird way—history’s got layers, man! But then I think, who decided it’s a bad word? Some uptight jerk, probs. That makes me mad—let people live! Whores are out here survivin’, dodgin’ creeps, and I’m supposedta judge? Nah, I’m too busy losin’ my mind over a $12 sandwich.

Meet the Neighbors: Ch 1

I graduated from Nanuet Grammar School in Nanuet didn't have a high school back then; we had a choice of Spring Valley, Nyack, or Pearl River. I chose Spring Valley because my Missing: whore.

I love this city. It’ll make you mad, happy, and insane all at once. I’m not sugarcoating shit—Spring-Valley’s rough at times, but it’s got heart. A unique mix of grit and grace. Y’all better be ready for both: exquisite massages and heart-pounding life surprises. And hey, motherf***er, remember: “It’s the terror of knowing what this world is about. And yet, some things—goddammit—just feel right.”

Ohio Valley Chorale shines in spring concert at First Westminster Presbyterian Church