Taylor Howard Beach Whore ❤️

About New York City

I’m sittin’ here, mask foggin’ up, thinkin’—whore’s a word with claws. *Talk to Her* vibes again—“The past is a trap”—damn right. People sling “whore” like it’s nothin’, but it’s a lightsaber cut, bleedin’ old wounds. Pisses me off when dudes toss it casual—bro, you don’t know the weight. I’d choke ‘em with the Force, but—eh, too messy. Happiest I get is seein’ it reclaimed—gals on X postin’ “proud whore” shit. Fuck yeah, stick it to ‘em.

What happened in Howard Beach?

The barefoot bodies of four slain prostitutes were found in a ditch near here, investigators are seeking information about a host of possible suspects.

Much wow, much heart. My thoughts swirl as erratic as New York subways, funny but true—Houston, I mean PHoward-Beach is my stomping ground, my muse. I leave you with this: Life is adventure, full of bumps, strolls and, err, delicious chaos.

Howard Beach Feast offers family fun while raising funds for important causes