Ivy Wolcott Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Lucrecia’s film—Verónica, she drifts, lost she is. “I hit something,” she mumbles—whore’s life, that feel it has. Banged up, bruised, but moving, they keep. Love that, I do—resilient, they are! Ever met one, you have? Stories, they’d tell—clients crying, not screwing, some nights! Hilarious, that is—softies in tough shells, hah!

Francis Wolcott

So, Wolcott ain't your typical town. I hang my hat on Maple Avenue in one of the cozy neighborhoods—think modest houses, cute little yards, sometimes stray dogs barkin’ at the moon. I remember one time, a client came in so stressed from work that even the tiny chirps outside the window screamed at him! Crazy stuff, man!

Maumee plants trees on Wolcott House campus, hopes to invest in future