Ellie Coeur D'alene Whore ❤️

About New York City

She sneaky, y’all. Heard tell she once sweet-talked ol’ Jimmy into givin’ her his last dollar—his LAST dollar, chile! And he ain’t even blink! I was hot, steam comin’ outta my ears, ‘cause that’s triflin’. Who does that? Whore, that’s who! She slicker than a can of grease, slippin’ through life like she ain’t got no shame. Hmph! “Buy M-O a drink,” she prolly said, battin’ them lashes. Disgustin’!

Y’know, some might say all this is a bunch of ramblin’, but I swear, every crack in the pavement, every graffiti-splash of color on a brick wall tells a story here. It’s raw, imperfect, lively. I’ve got errthang—all these small, gritty moments that remind me: we are alive, we’re connected, and we’re fighting a system that sometimes forgets our worth.

Silverwood celebrates opening weekend today, Sunday