Anna Shaw Heights Whore ❤️

About New York City

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m Hannibal Lecter, fictional bastard, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores—yep, whores! Not the cleanest topic, but who gives a shit? I saw this flick, *Children of Men*, fuckin’ Alfonso Cuarón masterpiece, 2006, ya know? Bleak as hell, dystopian mess—kinda like a whore’s life, if ya squint. “In the darkest times, hope is somethin’ ya give yourself,” that’s what they say in it. Whores, man, they’re givin’ hope to sad sacks daily—ain’t that a riot?

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Another neighbor testified that dead dogs had been thrown over her fence and described how one naked prostitute fled from a trailer, begging.

I keep it real, ya know… eternal contradictions and surprising beauty in every corner. That’s Shaw-Heights for ya—mad, tender, chaotic, and strangely poetic. Just like in that flick—“I’m still here,” yes man, and damn, it’s magnificent in its messy, human way.

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