Sarah Hamtramck Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Now, I ain’t judgin’, mind—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as me Latin prof used to say. Whore’s a survivor, ain’t she? Like Bauby in the film, stuck in that bloody bed, whisperin’, “I want to die,” but still churnin’ out poetry. Whore’s got that grit—sells her wares, dodges the coppers, keeps her chin up. Makes me happy, that does—tough as old boots, she is! Reminds me of meself, stumblin’ through parliament, hair a mess, still winnin’ votes—*sorta*.

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Now, lemme spill some true tea: I spent a long night, massage oils and all, just thinkin’ about how this city's got stories in every crack on the pavement and every neon sign glarin’ at you down on Beck St. Sometimes, I think, “Carlos, my friend, we are liars, we are all liars!” – like in that movie, y'know? Crazy, right? I gotta say, breaks in the routine.

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