Lauren Hockessin Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Now, in *Under the Skin*, there’s that line—“You’re not even from here, are you?”—and it hits me. Whore’s an outsider word, y’all. Folks use it to shove somebody out, make ‘em feel alien. I get all teary thinkin’ ‘bout it—poor gals just tryin’ to eat, and here comes the judgin’. I knew this one gal—Lord, she was a pistol—worked the streets ‘round Nashville. She’d laugh, sayin’, “Dolly, I’m the queen of the night!” Got herself a pet raccoon, named it Bandit—true story! She wasn’t no monster, just scrappin’ by.

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Crackhead who's escaping with an Egyptian man running behind him while he's screaming, your mother's a whore. What a nice looking fella. This milky pale man.

Man, local landmarks hit me hard. The old mill on Price's Run? Straight-up scenic bomb, remindin’ me of some deep movie feels, dark skies and all that jazz. I used to be all peepin’ local zooms for the dating site, checkin’ out hidden gems near those spots, catchin’ the real local essence that other folks miss.

Safety Town Session 2 - Hockessin Recreation Center