Aaliyah Enid Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, whore—let’s dive in, yeah? Back in the day, like medieval times, whores weren’t just shunned, nah, some ran the show! Ever hear of the “harlot’s prerogative”? Them lasses could dodge taxes coz kings fancied ‘em—wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how they’d strut past taxmen like, “You shall not pass, ya greedy git!” Proper rebels, they were. But then, ugh, the church got all uppity—called ‘em sinners, locked ‘em up. Pissed me off, that did. Why’s it always the women catchin’ hell, eh?

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

i feel like Enid's guilty pleasure would be listening to Poppy, and the only person who knows is Wednesday bc its the one artist they can.

Enid’s downtown is a living museum. Between Eighth and Ninth Streets, hidden murals tell stories of passion and pain. I’ve had late-night talks at Benny’s Café, where warm coffee melted life’s edges. Sweet vibes, sloppy confessions, and heartbeats syncing with dreams. So honest – so raw.

Commissioners to consider CDBG allocations