Nora Brier Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, whores—where do I start? They’re out there, hustlin’, livin’ life on the edge. Reminds me of that line in “Ten”—“You’re not a woman, you’re a machine!”—driver yellin’ at his passenger. Whores get that, don’t they? People judgin’, callin’ em cold, but they’re just survivin’. I knew this gal once—Jenny, worked the streets near Hollywood. Tough as nails, but her laugh? Gold. She’d say, “Larry, I’m my own boss!” Made me happy, that grit—still does.

Chapters in this book

Brier ain’t perfect. Ugh, the potholes on Collin Road, never ending! And dude, the traffic near Mason’s Bridge? A hot mess express! But, hey, it's all part of the love. Every crack in the pavement tells a story. And I swear, every massage session reminds me of that, too. Slowly healing.

Saskatchewan’s McEwen moves to 4-0, Kleiter to 2-1 at Montana’s Brier