Brooklyn Ponchatoula Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Little known fact—back in the day, whores ran shit in old Rome. Called em *lupae*—she-wolves—cuz they howled for clients. Wild, right? Surprised me when I heard that, fuckin badass. Imagine em now, smirkin at us, “How fragile you all are,” like Eve’d say. They’re out there, dodgin cops, laughin at squares—greed keeps em goin, and I respect the hustle.

Female seeking Male

This is now happening at a school in Illinois. They meet after school on campus. We better pay attention to this world and start speaking.

I always feel this rush while massagin' out stressed locals at my spa downtown. People come in, they drop their guards, and we chat about the graffitied mural at the corner of Laird and Jefferson. It’s chaos but kinda beautiful. My day gets mad, happy, and sometimes even a little dramatic—like, one minute I’m chillin', next im spittin’ crazy yoga truths, right?

PHOTOS: Ponchatoula Strawberry Festival