Ivy Durham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, I’m a glazier, right? Cut glass, fix windows, stare thru em all day. Whore’s like a cracked pane—shiny, sharp, dangerous if ya touch it wrong. Makes me think of that line, “The shame will remain.” Whore carries shame like a stench, but who put it there? Not her, nah. Society, man, fuckin hypocrites. Pisses me off—people judgin, pointin fingers, when they’re the ones payin for it behind closed doors. Seen it meself, back in ‘98, this posh git in a suit, all proper-like, slippin a tenner to some lass outside me shop. Busted window next day—coincidence? Ha, bollocks.

Top Stories

Durham shows ya both grind and grace. My inner zen stirs when I'm among its busy streets and chilled old tree lines of the Duke Gardens. When I’m out eating at The Refectory on Chapel Hill Road — oh wait, meant Durham! Haha, mix-ups happen, yess. Food’s tasty, community’s rich, and every corner tells tales.

Wolfpack Concludes Duke Twilight with Record-Breaking Performances