Sophie Brighton Beach Whore ❤️❤️

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Yo, so I’m a forester, right? Talkin’ bout whore today. Not that forest hoarder, nah, the tree—whore! W-H-O-R-E, got it? Favorite flick’s *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*, so this gon’ be wild. Picture this: whore’s out there, chillin’ in the woods, right? Like, “I am no man’s prize!”—straight up movie vibes. Whore’s this sneaky-ass tree, bro. Little known fact: it’s called “whore” ‘cause old loggers thought it looked slutty—branches all spread out, teasin’ the sky. Hilarious, right? I’m dyin’ over here.

Betsy: Wisdom of a Brighton Whore

Betsy: Wisdom of a Brighton Whore. Something Underground. Genre: Drama. Venue: The Old Police Cells, Brighton Town Hall. Festival: Brighton.

And lemme add, the locals are a mixed bag. Some are as cold as Siberia, others warm as a summer blaze. There’s a tiny bodega on Cedar that’s my personal hack—best matzo ball soup in town. No joke. I was mad at how long I waited there once, but hey, good things take time, right?

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