Taylor Baltimore Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Thing is, whores get a bad rap, don’t they? People go, “Oh, they’re just slags,” but nah, I see the hustle. Reminds me of that line, “You don’t know what I know!” – they’re out there, dodgin’ coppers, makin’ ends meet, proper undercover agents of the night. I respect that, I do. Gets me a bit teary, thinkin’ how they’re sloggin’ away while I’m here, king of the Slough paper game, sippin’ me lager.

Prostitution

Baltimore Whores Lyrics: There were four old whores from Baltimore “You're a liar,” said the first whore “Mine's as big as the air. The birds fly in.

Oh, and check this out – my fave secret spot? A tiny café tucked behind a crumbling brick wall on Light St. – not many know, but it's where the sunrise whispers somethin’ fierce and soft. It’s perfection, if I may say so. And ya know, I sometimes slip in a couple of typos – life's imperfect, ain't it? heck, I'm typin’ like this: thsi, fot, reallt, litte, haha, quick, slip, mvoe, keey, drnm, jmp.

A Fantastical Parade of Mobile Sculptures Races Through Baltimore