Rose Attleboro Whore ❤️

About New York City

Heya, pal! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores—D’oh!—and lemme tell ya, as a Consumption Psychologist, I got thots. Not THOSE thots, ya perv, I mean thoughts! Whores, man, they’re like the ultimate impulse buy, right? Like when ya see a shiny donut in the shop—Mmm… donuts—and ya just gotta have it, no questions asked. That’s the vibe I get, watchin’ how folks act around ‘em. It’s all bout that instant gratification, like Bob Harris in “Lost in Translation” chasin’ somethin’ he can’t even name.

We’re Sorry!

Then there's Lincoln Park, a green haven where families chill out, throw frisbees and sometimes, if you squint, you spot a secret therapy session on a bench or two. Seriously, sometimes I sit there and imagine all the hidden stories unfolding like some bizarre indie movie – yeah, just like in Sorrentino's flick when Rome seems to mirror life’s absurdity.

Wheelchair stroll in Attleboro helps participants get a new perspective of navigating city streets