Harper Ridgefield Whore ❤️

About Houston

Here’s the quirky bit—met her once, swear she winked at me, old Gandalf! Thought, “Blimey, am I in the game?”—nah, just her magic. She’s got stories, too—heard she tricked some lord outta his gold once, left him pantsless in a barn. Hilarious! Total legend. Surprised me how she’s so… human, y’know? Not just a whore, but a bloody tornado of a person.

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

In our travels around the town that Ridgefield was a half century ago, we have gone from Country Comers, along North Salem Road to the New York state line. Then we journeyed along Barry .

Now, lemme spill a lil’ secret. There's a hidden corner near Maddux Street where the locals meet for impromptu jam sessions. I once gave a massage to a feller who dropped by after one of these sessions – he said, “Your hands work wonders like a desert breeze.” Reminds me of that cowboy feelin’ from the movie: mysterious, dangerous, yet kinda poetic. It riles me sometimes when folks think massage ain’t an art form – dang no, it’s a craft!

Interview with Theresa and Dean Miller, Ridgefield Library gala honorees