Genesis Vinton Whore ❤️

About New York City

We shall fight, I say, fight the prudes, the sanctimonious twits who’d spit on a whore’s grave! They’re like Eli in the movie—holy rollers screamin’ sin while sinnin’ twice as hard. Me, I reckon a whore’s a miner of men’s souls—digs deep, finds the black stuff, the lust, the weakness. Ever hear of Chicago’s Everleigh sisters? Ran a joint so posh in 1900, senators begged to get in! Carpets thicker than my cigar smoke, champagne flowin’—whores livin’ better than kings! That’s the ticket—turnin’ tricks into empires.

Blue Velvet

The neighborhoods here got names like Sunnyvale and Misty Meadows. Sunnyvale’s streets curve gently in a sort of maze. I wander them a lot to clear my head when my caseload gets insane. Rarrgh! I even stumbled upon a tiny mural on Second Ave. that reminds me of that line in Ten: "I realized in a blink how fragile everything is!" Crazy, huh?

Burn ban issued for Vinton