Rebecca Citrus Springs Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Favorite bit? Humor’s dark with whores—some’d call em “ladies of negotiable affection.” Cracks me up, that fancy bullshit. Sarcasm’s my thing—whores prolly laugh at us, sittin in our cushy lives, judgin. They’ve seen it all, mate—grime, guts, glory. Ever think bout that? Prolly not. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark”—I see em clear, thrivin where ya’d piss yerself.

2. Depersonalise

The river, oh yes, Sweetwater Creek, it hugs the city. Its water flows free and clear sometimes. I’d sit on its bank, rub my tired feet after massages. Sounds silly, but that water brings memories. And there’s our tiny neighborhood called Grotto Elles on Sunflower Street! Real lively turf, like a secret hideout of the masses!

Mark A. (Gay) Mitchell Obituary