Esme Torrington Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, whore – it’s a business, yeah, but a dodgy one. Supply and demand, basic economics, but with knobs and fannies thrown in. Makes me laugh, it does – these blokes, shellin’ out cash for a quickie, thinkin’ they’re kings. Pathetic, innit? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “You’re a mug, mate, a right mug.” And the girls – some of ‘em, sharp as a tack, runnin’ the show. Others, poor sods, stuck in it, no way out. Gets me ragin’, that does – the pimps, the traffickin’, the whole rotten mess. Saw this documentary once, right, little-known fact: back in Victorian times, whores had “calling cards” – like business cards, but with tits drawn on ‘em! Handed ‘em out in alleys, proper marketing, that. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ of some posh git collectin’ ‘em like Pokémon cards.

The trouble with Torrington

Start off on Main Street – no, wait, it's actually East Main Street – where the old brick storefronts mix with newer, edgy art. It kinda reminds me of our messy, honest love lives. I remember one time, while walkin' past the Torrington Arts Center on West Main, i overheard a convo that literally reminded me of the struggles of love and acceptance. Like, come on, people have feelings, ya know?

Torrington firefighters battle blaze at multifamily house on Center Street Saturday