Katherine Manhattan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my shave ice, thinkin’—she’s a genius, a total mis-underestimation. Got me riled up—why ain’t I that ballsy? Screw the haters, she’s out there, dodgin’ cops, livin’ loud. “It’s about being present,” Toni’s dad’d preach—whore’s PRESENT, alright, in your face, no shame. Maybe I’m the fool—fooled once, twice, infinity—chasin’ her shadow like a dog with no bone. Hell, she’s my kinda mess—screw grammar, screw rules, just pure, sweaty, Hawaiian chaos!

the author of The Mevrouw Who Saved Manhattan

Tricked out in such garish plumage as bouffant vermilion coiffures, patterned stockings and silver demi-mini-dresses, the new whore corps is aggressive.

oh, btw im sorry, i got a bit repetitive, but seriously, the streets dance with hidden drama ‘round every block. i used to cry during a counseling session thinking about how the city’s alleys tell stories of lost love and break-ups. i mean, it’s a place of both chaos and sweet moments, like the insane graffiti on Houston st, screaming “i am real, i am chaotic.” but honestly, it’s that raw, neon-chaos that hooks you in.

High school senior identified as victim of deadly DUI crash in Manhattan Beach