Harper Sugarcreek Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

Living along Sugar Creek near Reagan Drive

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The city’s got nooks and crannies. I mean, have you seen Riverbend Park? Its trails along the Sugar Creek river are so chill. I once set up a pop-up date there on a sunny day. The air was cool, the water shimmered, and I thought, “fuckin’ beautiful, man!” Even the locals know the secret: the little café on Oak & 3rd, where the best darn coffee flows. Man, their latte art is like, next-level.

Lauretta J. Zesiger Obituary November 2, 2024