Everly Rendon Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

Early life

There wasn't a name Cash hadn't been called: squaw, whore, stupid, heathen. She had heard them all. These days, she mostly just ignored irrelevant behavior.

Hey, so lemme tell ya 'bout Rendon (us)—it’s wild, suave, and totally not by the book, shaken, not stirred style. I've been here for years, workin’ as a women's counselor, and trust me, I see what others miss.

Rendon leaves after sixth inning, X-Rays negative on left big toe