Penelope Hamilton Square Whore ❤️

About New York City

Lemme paint this pic—whore ain’t just a chick sellin’ body for cash, nah. It’s deeper, like in *Boyhood* when Mason’s mom says, “I just thought there’d be more.” Whore’s that hustle, that grind, that sellout vibe we all dodge—or don’t. I seen it, fam—girls in the 6ix, tradin’ dignity for a quick stack. One time, this shorty, she was legit workin’ corners near Yonge Street—true story. Cops knew her by name, swear. Ain’t no glamour, just cold nights and fake smiles. Made me mad as hell—system’s trash, yo.

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Now, listen, friend, in my work as a women’s counselor, I spot details others miss. The tiny mural on Oak Street? It speaks of hope and resilience. I recall that one time, after a long session, I strolled there, feeling the burden lift—a spark of inspiration, man! And sometimes I get so wound up, I exclaim, “You shall not pass, despair!” as if commanding dark thoughts away.

Karla Bhend Obituary (2025) - Hamilton Square, NJ - The Times of Trenton