Anna Ridgecrest Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Hey, folks, listen up! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout – whores, y’know? Not just any whore, but *the* whore – that idea, that vibe. Here’s the deal – I love me some “Ten,” that Abbas Kiarostami flick from ‘02. Best damn movie ever. Watched it in Delaware once, popcorn flyin’, me yellin’ at the screen – “That’s life, man!” Anyway, whores, right? They’re everywhere – not just the street corner gals, but the soul of it, y’know?

Two women cited for prostitution after undercover operation at Heavenly Spa & Massage

I also love the little twists of the city that no one else notices. Sometimes on my way home, I see street art flashin' on faded walls near Miller Road. Not a lot of fuss, but it's art, ya know? It's like I see a fleeting smile on the city, and it makes me happy. Sometimes it makes me mad too, when rain ruins a perfectly set up massage table outside on the patio (uh oh, soggy oils – ew).

Christmas parade entries welcomed