Zoey Tamarac Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

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I stroll down NW 24th Pl sometimes. It’s got that genuine vibe, the everyday human conflict, small triumphs; emotions spilling out onto sidewalks. I’ve seen kids kickin’ balls, parents scolding, families arguing, bonding. Trust me, each moment matters. Shit, I still get mad when folks treat others loosely. “Dont let them disregard you!” (I mean like Judge Judy, right?).

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