Hannah Kemp Mill Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Fear leads to anger, anger to hate—people hate whores ‘cause they’re free, man. Royal’d get it, sayin, “Let’s shag ass,” runnin from the norm. Whores don’t play by rules, and I dig that—fire don’t neither. Burned my leg once, screamed like a bitch, Cherry’d prob laugh, “Pussy!” Humor’s dark, but real. So yeah, whores—tough, messy, human. “I’ve had a rough year, Dad,” Richie’d mumble, and whores’d nod—same, bro, same.

Barbara Ciment, Associate Broker, Realtor®

Now, lemme spill some tea: my parlor is on Maple St. near the old mill. I seen some crazy stuff- regulars with wild stories. I even had a rich dude brag about his yachts. I was like, "Billionaires, man, they need a reality check!" Sometimes, I get mad, ya know? Outright pissed, like, "this isn't fair!" But I channel that energy into my work, helpin' folks relax.

Washington Ghosts: Former Record Stores of Dupont Circle