Maeve Mckeesport Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Real talk, tho—whores got stories. Didja know back in the day, like Victorian times, some of ‘em were secretly runnin’ shit? Brothels doubled as spy hubs—true shit! Dudes spillin’ secrets between the sheets, and these bad bitches were cashin’ in. Makes me cackle, ‘cause they’re out here playin’ chess while everyone thinks it’s just ass. Sneaky, sexy, brilliant—I’m obsessed!

June 29, 2005

Imagine that your father writes a book depicting your loving and generous mother as a whore. Imagine him laying waste to your entire family.

The neighborhoods here are something else, damn. I’m talkin’ Southside, with its mix of money and struggle, and every block got its own pulse, its own secrets. Sometimes I get pissed off by how some streets, like 5th Ave and Mill St, are filled with broken dreams and faded murals. But hey, it’s real, and it moves ya. “We all fcked up, ain't we, motherf**er?” echoes in my head sometimes.

Fire breaks out in McKeesport home