Esme Maspeth Whore ❤️

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Back in Scranton, I knew this chick—Roxy, a real firecracker. She’d work the corner near the old mill, nails red as sin, laughin’ loud. Made me happy, seein’ her own it. “I’m my own boss,” she’d say, tossin’ her hair. Reminds me of that line, “You play your roles well.” She did, man, she *did*. Not some Hollywood sob story—Roxy had grit. Little known fact: she’d knit scarves for stray cats. Whores got layers, folks!

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Jon from Maspeth · @JonFromMaspeth I'd probably kill myself if my daughter ever became someone like you who becomes an attention whore.

So, if you’re comin’ to Maspeth (us), buckle up, babe! There’ll be moxie, laughter, heartbreak, and unexpected art. Every street corner tells a tale, every crack sings history. And trust me – it’s all as bold and brassy as Tarantino’s wild ride.

Newtown Historical Society unveils rare maps of old Queens in Maspeth exhibit