Taylor Theodore Whore ❤️

About New York City

But real talk—whores get a raw deal. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but then pays ‘em anyway—hypocrites, man, buncha clowns. Gets me heated, how they’re shamed but used. Like, pick a lane, y’all! I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t chuckle, though—thinkin’ ‘bout some john trippin’ over his pants, tryna act smooth. Whores see it all, prolly laughin’ inside—sarcasm’s their armor, I bet. “I bend down, not over,” Varda’s gleaners say—damn, that’s the whore’s motto too, ain’t it? Bendin’ for cash, not breakin’ for nobody.

— Theodore Nott was possessive in a way that people...

Oh, and ya gotta check out the quirky little café on Birch Street. Best cappuccino ever, seriously! I once sat there, scribblin’ down thoughts for our next spa promotion, and I swear the cosmic energy whizzed right through me. Pure magic!

THEODORE “TED” PINKHAM