Zoe Throgs Neck Whore ❤️

About Dallas

So, whores, right? Been around forever, swear it! Oldest job, they say – older than fish, older than me precious ring! Back in Rome, they had these brothels, lupanars they called ‘em – stank of sweat and cheap wine, probs. Girls painted their faces, danced for crusty ol’ senators. We hates it! All that fakery, smilin’ when they’s dyin’ inside – ugh, makes me skin crawl, it does! But – sneaky fact – some whores got power, yesss. Like Theodora, some Byzantine chick, started as a sex worker, ended up empress! Ruled the damn empire, she did – makes me cackle, thinkin’ ‘bout it!

Throgs Neck

I lie awake, thinking ‘bout it – dark, slow riff of life. I remember this one time on Filomena, a stray cat nearly got my breakfast – I got so f*ckin' mad, HAH! Yet, then I calmed down, thinking “the past returns in memories, just as the river does”. I love that raw honesty.

Vivadli Restaurant and Ballroom in Bayside Queens a short trip from Bronx on Throgs Neck Bridge