Leah Freetown Whore ❤️

About New York City

And don’t get me started on the happy bits—rare, but they hit hard. Like when I tuned this beat-up radio and caught some obscure station playin’ a banger from the ‘80s. Felt like a win, a middle finger to the whore-ness of life. Made me grin like a twat. But then—bam—signal dropped. Typical. Whore strikes again, teasin’ ya then ghostin’. “Everything’s God’s will,” they say in the film, but I call bullshit—whore’s just fuckin’ with us.

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The prostitute's struggle is a two-fold one. She has no space of her own to resist poverty and exploitation. To survive, she uses a shared space - her body - to.

Ever been to Oak Park? Damn straight, I spend my afternoons there. It's just a lil green spot tucked between Baker St. and Maple Rd. I sit, think, and sometimes type frantic code on my laptop – about 19 typos per damn sentence sometimes – and watch life roll by. The park’s benches? Spot on for deep convos, spontaneous rants about “Motherf***ers” and all that jazz.

Railway crossing gate comes down on school bus carrying kids in Freetown