Stella Woodridge Whore ❤️

About New York City

Oy, honey, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores! *nasally Fran Drescher voice* Whores, they’re like, everywhere, right? Walkin’ the streets, makin’ eyes at ya! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—like in my fave flick, *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*—whores got their own quiet mystery, y’know? That line, “The dead don’t talk,”—ha! Whores talk plenty, doll, just not to cops! *“The Nanny” laugh* HAAAA-ha-ha-ha!

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After work I drove to the house Laura was renting in Woodridge. I wasn't sure what I was going to say. We weren't exactly untalking terms but I couldn't ignore what I'd heard. She hissed. .

And then there’s the downtown, with Riverside Drive, a buzzing hub of coffeeshops and quirky art galleries. I tell ya, I once sat outside one spot, lost in my thoughts, and damn, the vibe was so raw. The place, it's built on grit and charm, a bit like a poem written on a napkin in a dive bar. Street art splashed on the building walls echoed weird lines from that movie: “Tell 'em I was here!” And trust me, I did, in my own weird, David Brent kinda way.

Suspect in fatal Woodridge shooting dies in hospital