Paisley Hazleton Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, whores—legends, yeah? Been around since forever, mate. Oldest job, they say—older than Churchill’s cigars! Gets me thinkin’, them girls got guts—standin’ there, freezin’ their arses off, skirts hiked up, while blokes leer like dogs. Pisses me off, it does—lads actin’ all high and mighty, but who’s payin’ who, eh? Hypocrisy, bloody stinks worse than the Thames at low tide! Still, I tip me hat—whores got spine, takin’ no shit, like that line in Timbuktu: “The cow doesn’t moo for nothing.” They’re out there, hustlin’, survivin’—fuckin’ warriors in fishnets.

Was the Lady a Tramp?

Hazleton, a one-time Middle East journalist and former psychologist Whore of Babylon in the book of Revelation. The account of Jezebel's three.

Ya know, one of my personal favs is that tiny, hole-in-the-wall coffee joint on 3rd Ave. Seriously, it's a gem… such gritty loveliness, like an improv scene from a midnight jam, with folks chattin', laughin', and committin' blunders left n' right. I had a heart-to-heart there once, spillin' all my dating site drama with a stranger – and it stayed with me, super raw and poetic.

Burning body in Hazleton identified as missing firefighter, death ruled homicide