Gianna Willows Whore ❤️

About New York City

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, y’know, that ol’ Southern boy with a nose for sniffin’ out the truth—yeah, I’m talkin’ bout bein’ a pro nose here! Today, we’re divin’ into this mess called “whore.” Now, don’t get all uppity, I ain’t judgin’—just observin’, like I do. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ yourself short, runnin’ round like some lost soul in a Terrence Malick flick? Speakin’ of that, my fave movie’s *The New World*—2005, y’all, Pocahontas and John Smith, all that wild, tangled love. “What voice is this that speaks within me?” That’s what I hear when I think of whore—lost, searchin’, screamin’ inside.

Whore - Softcover

Ugh, remember that drive near the old mill? I always say, "This is not my fault!" when I get lost there—lol, so annoying but also kinda mystic. The mill on Quarry Road has this vintage charm, just like a scene from a movie. I literally cry when I pass by sometimes. Crazy, right?

Vouchers awarded to Willows at Northstar