Cora Needham Whore ❤️

About New York City

Alright, here we go, happy little trees! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, ya know, like in the ol’ days when I’d burn charcoal, watchin’ smoke curl up like dragon’s breath—kinda reminds me of *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. That movie, man, it’s my jam! Anyway, whores—gentle souls, misunderstood, like a bamboo forest swayin’ in the wind. “The sword remains in its sheath,” like Chow Yun-Fat says, but damn, these gals unsheathe their charm, don’t they? Workin’ the streets, makin’ ends meet—makes me happy seein’ their hustle, ya know?

Historical executions, day by day.

Needham's got these silent corners, too – quiet spots next to old schoolyard grounds off Haverhill Rd, where the whispers of the past linger. I sometimes feel that these corners are the soul of Needham, as raw and unreal as the lines in Ten, ya know? Every cracked pavement and every worn-out bench tells a story.

Needham votes against plan to comply with MBTA Communities Law as state files guidelines