Olivia Spring Valley Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, whores—fuck, it’s a messy word, right? Makes me mad how people throw it around like it’s nothin. Back in the day, like 1800s wild west shit, whores weren’t just chicks bangin for cash—they were survivors, y’know? Hella tough. Little known fact: some ran their own brothels, made bank, had power. Imagine that—pissin off the church and the law, livin life on their terms. Kinda badass, if ya ask me. “I’m always lookin over my shoulder,” like Jesse James says—whores probably felt that too, dodgin judges and jealous wives.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Ivon Burns this dog we found came right up to us! Very very friendly. Any chance he is yours? 9 mos.

I misspeak sometimes, ya know? I'm in a hurry, fatherf***er, like “damn, where's my coffee?” as I stomp down these uneven sidewalks. I spot random graffiti on Brickwall Ln—tags and scribbles that mirror every fallen star, every tough night. Tbh, it freaks me out sometimes, but it’s real art, man.

Stacy Brock Obituary - Spring Valley, NY