Anastasia Ladue Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Met this one whore—well, in my head, alright?—called her Vixen, cos she was sly as hell. Reminded me of Knockout Ned, all charm ‘til you cross her. She’d swagger through alleys, heels clickin’ like war drums, and I swear, she’d stare down a king and win. “The sun’ll shine on us someday,” she’d mutter, like Rocket hopin’ for a break. Got me all soft for a sec—me, Loki!—cos damn, that grit’s somethin’ else. Then she’d nick your wallet and laugh, and I’d cheer her on. Mischief recognizes mischief, ya see?

Throwback Thursday | The Brothel of Ladue | 6 Town and Country Drive

Nah you wanna be a whore be a whore. But don't expect men with a good life going for themselves to respect you.

I often ponder life while setting up aromatherapy. Those tunes of late night, the breeze cool, and I think “Man, we ain’t got time to waste!” It's like that movie, Children of Men – every simple moment is precious. I get so over those fancy pretentious spots elsewhere. Here? It's raw, real, sometimes even absurd. Yeah, I admit typos and my jumble words – I'm in a hurry sometimes! LOL.

Prep track luminaries light up Ladue lanes