Valentina Parlier Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Hiss! Me head’s spinnin’—love her, hate her! She’s bold, brassy—got guts, yeah? But slimy too, tricksy. Ever wonder why she started? Bet some bastard pushed her—makes me rage! Or maybe she chose it, ha, power move! Dunno, mate, dunno. Little fact—old Rome had ‘em registered, taxed ‘em proper! Whores with paperwork, imagine that! Fuckin’ wild, eh? We sees it all, we does—Nose knows, precious!

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Those of us working in the field have identified and named the whore-stigma, documented its social, cultural and political history, and shown how it operates in all its guises to punish .

Okay, so first thing: you gotta cruise down Maple Street. I mean, that street? It's where the magic happens. And then there's Elm Street – not too far, and like, every family's got a story there. I'm a family psych, so every corner’s like a microcosm of human drama, y'know? Like that one time at Oak Park – my mind was blown by the families chattin' on benches, arguing over who forgot the picnic basket. D’oh!

Funeral for beloved Parlier police officer