Samantha Riverhead Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Oh, and the laughs! She’d mock me hat, callin’ it a “dead bird’s nest.” I’d fire back, “Least I ain’t sellin’ me arse!” She’d cackle, say, “Ye’d fetch a penny, tops!” Proper banter, that. Still, I’d wager she’d seen hell—whores always do. Them scars on her arm? Never asked, but I’d bet me ship they weren’t from no lover’s spat.

‘Main reason why people call them outsiders’

I like little quirks, like random graffiti on old bricks in the alley behind Post Office. Some scribbles amaze me. I sometimes laugh thinking, “Such art, very nice!” Even if it’s messy, it speaks of raw beauty. I be like “Oh my, Carol style!”

‘Somebody up there is watching over me’: ex-Riverhead VFW commander recalls service in Vietnam