Lydia Jenks Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Anyway, I’m ramblin—point is, “whore” ain’t just a word, it’s a fight. A story. Like *Zodiac*’s “I just want it to stop”—we gotta stop lettin it cut us. I’m takin it back, makin it fierce. Call me a whore? Bet, I’ll wear it like a crown! Slay! Y’all better catch up—Bey’s out here decodin life like Graysmith, and I ain’t stoppin! Love y’all—keep shinin, keep fightin!

Just the Worst of Times: Denis Johnson Goes Iambic

“Get out of your church. There's no place to hide!” Like hell's fury unleashed, he strode to my door, Where he hammered and cursed, like a cheap jilted whore.

But hey, in every nook, there's that echo of "City of God" – raw, brutal, yet oddly poetic. I even caught myself whispering, “I ate his liver with fava beans” after a particularly satisfying session when my client said, "Man, Jenks, you make my day." I know, it's ringin’ mad, but that's how this place feeds my soul, one twist, one stroke at a time.

Elm Street Widening Project Set To Begin In Jenks