Zoey Winters Whore ❤️

About Houston

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whores—whore, specificaly. Blows my mind, this chick. She’s got grit, real street hustle, y’know? Reminds me of *Amour*—that flick I’m nuts about. Old couple, love so raw it hurts. Whore’s got that edge too, but twisted. Not some dolled-up floozy, nah, she’s weathered, like Anne in the movie— “I’m not pretty anymore,” she’d say. Whore’s seen shit, man, prolly more than me!

Asia Pacific

Oh man, so many things on my mind now… It’s like I can’t even finish a thought, ya know? Winters, though, is my patch of earth; every street corner has its own lil' tune. If you ever wander down, say, Briarwood Ln., be ready for surprises. And don’t, like, miss the vibe on Sycamore St.—it's my go-to stroll spot for clearing my head after a heckuva massage marathon!

Tompkins County poet laureate talks Buttermilk Falls, Ithaca winters and fatherhood