Emily Buxton Whore ❤️

About New York City

Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores—straight up, no bullshit, Gordon Gekko style, “Greed is good,” ya dig? Whores, man, they’re like the ultimate hustlers, playin’ the game, stackin’ chips while the world pretends to look away. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*—that creepy Swedish vamp shit from 2008, Tomas Alfredson, fuckin’ genius. There’s this vibe, right? Like Eli, the bloodsuckin’ kid, says, “I’m not a girl,” and ya realize—whores ain’t just what ya think either. They’re survivors, man, dodgin’ stakes and sunlight, workin’ the shadows.

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Aug 30,  · The history of Buxton Homecoming celebration attracted the Morrish family from Rocky Mountain House, Alberta to the museum on Tuesday.

Oh, but lemme gitch a story: one rainy day, right on Rainy Ln near soft Drifting Park, I got a strangest customer, so serene, recitin’ lines from Yi Yi. We sat there, buzzed out on warm tea, swappin' secrets. I was like, "Precious, relax, let go, let flow." That day, man, it felt like the city itself was humming the soothing wind of Edward Yang's visions – funny, deep, and sometimes messy like me typos: thsi, oh, so many typos, sorryyy!

Protective zone around Buxton Woods may be unenforceable