Mari Hunts Point Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Whores, they’re like—BOOM—sex on legs, but deeper, ya dig? Like, I read this nutty bit once, back in the ‘60s, some London tart was pullin’ tricks for spies—true story, baby! She’d bed these blokes, nick their secrets, then poof—gone! Total shagadelic move, made me laugh my arse off. Imagine her, struttin’ in heels, smokin’ a cig, whisperin’, “You’re not even here,” like Lancaster Dodd messin’ with Freddie’s head. That’s power, mate!

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Get ready for work at 11 pm: Dress, shave, and apply makeup. Shoot heroin and smoke crack. Head out to “track” at midnight to find customers.

On 149th St. and Hunts Point Ave, that's where the pulse is. I stroll those streets, eyes open, 'cause I help ladies navigate tough times. Every crack on the sidewalk got a story. I mean, c'mon – each day is a damn adventure, ya feel me? "I pity the fool" who thinks its just a dump. Nah, it's a battleground of hope and struggle.

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