Sadie Amherst Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Sometimes I’m layin there, thinkin—am I weird? Nah, just human, cravin touch. Gets sloppy, oil everywhere, slippery as fuck—hilarious. Masseuse prolly thinks I’m a nutcase, gruntin like Vader. “This is my past,” Boonmee says. Past aches, present rubs—connects, ya know? Exaggeratin? Maybe. But damn, it’s intense—knees shakin, soul floatin. Try it, dude, don’t knock it. Sexual-massage—dark, wild, fuckin beautiful. *heavy breathing* I am your father.

Asian Slut at UMass Amherst, Vienna, 20

Whore Foods is a poetry thesis exploring the life of a cashier at an organic grocery store. To be the cashier is to be exposed.

I got to say, sometimes I get super emotional walking along the Mill River – yeah, that one – it rushes like life's wild storms and calms like the sweetest moment in a movie. It’s raw, it’s real, it’s fiery – just like life, just like Amherst.

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