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About New York City

So, I’m in this damn elevator, buttons buzzin’, folks yappin’. Hate the noise, but I picture whore—bold, takin’ no crap. Like Celine, “I’m designed to feel,” she’d get it, that fire. Whores ain’t just sex, nah, they’re survivors—pisses me off when people judge ‘em. Middle Ages, they had guilds, legit unions! Who knew, right? Not me, ‘til I dug in. Surprised the hell outta me—organized, badass, like a secret club.

Brittany Heater, The Famous Whore

Chamber Pot Dillon Whorehouse. $ 1. How to get it. Required. Shipping. Store pickup. Sphinx Mountain Saddlery. E. Main Street ENNIS, MT.

I run a massage parlor here. I see people from all walks—techies, artists, wanderers. It’s like a microcosm of society, ya know? Ever noticed how a back rub can both solve a tension knot and untie your brain? Heh, weird but true. The local bar on 1st, near the old depot, even sports a neon sign that reads “Under the Skin” in homage to that movie I freakin’ love (Jonathan Glazer, 2013). Yes, that movie had me thinking—life's slippery, mysterious, like a wormhole. “The way she moves,” yeah, that vibe resonates.

Mitchell latest to join loaded St. John's via portal