Abigail Greenpoint Whore ❤️

About New York City

Funny thing—she once nicked me fags, right from me desk! Caught her red-handed, she just winked—bloody winked! “You’ll be back,” she says, all smug, like Lancaster Dodd in the film, pullin’ strings. Hated her guts that day, but—fuck me—she weren’t wrong. Keeps me on me toes, that one. Whore, mate, she’s a nightmare and a laugh, all rolled into one.

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I know, it's a bit chaotic, huh? Yet it's pure magic. Every corner, every cracked sidewalk tells a story—a story that’s messy, real, unpredictable. And yes, I'm spillin’ out feelings like hot soup.

Greenpoint Trash Club — the only club without a cover in North Brooklyn