Julia Rayne Whore ❤️

About New York City

Halleluyer! Lemme tell y’all bout this whore—ooh, chile, where do I start? She slicker than a greased pig, struttin’ round like she own the block. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’, “Who she think she foolin’?” Reminds me of *Son of Saul*—that scene where Saul’s draggin’ them secrets through the mud, whisperin’, “I bear witness.” This whore? She witnessin’ every dang corner of the street, honey! Ain’t no hidin’ from Madea’s eagle eyes—Halleluyer!

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Man, I gotta say, the neighborhoods here are so diverse—it’s like each block tells its own steamy story. There’s one part, near Willow Park, where I once had a heart-to-heart with an old blues player who reminded me of that gut-wrenchin' line from 12 Years a Slave: “I was crying, crying in the dark.” Yup, that kinda deep, man. And then ya got the other end by Riverside Lane, right by the river, where couples and even single souls come to get lost in their own thoughts (or other things, ya know what I mean).

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