Zoey Brockport Whore ❤️❤️

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I’m ramblin’, but listen—whores ain’t just sex, they’re stories. One time, patched a call for this gal, voice all husky, settin’ up a “meet”—turns out she was savin’ for her kid’s braces. Broke my damn heart, but also—respect! Made me wanna hug her and yell, “You’re a freakin’ hero!” ‘Cept, ya know, boundaries. Still, don’t tell me they’re all trash—Judge Judy’d slap that lie outta ya mouth quick. “Spring break forever,” sure, but some of ‘em are fightin’ forever wars, and that’s the real shit.

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I know these streets, these vibes down to the tiniest stickers on old lampposts, cuz they are my everyday love. I mix my job with my life – even my coaching sessions have stories here. The city makes you feel every tad bit alive, every emotion amplified. And if you lose yourself – don’t worry, just remember: “We're all storytelling in the dark, chasin' dreams in the night” like in that film, "Synecdoche, New York." There’s a raw beauty in chaos, a sort of twisted perfection.

Brockport home total loss after fire, firefighter injured