Willow College Point Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Sometimes I wonder, y’know, what’s it like bein’ her? Cold nights, shitty johns, still smilin’? Gets me soft for a sec—then I snap out of it. “I can’t feel nothin’,” like that kid David in A.I., but I do! Whores, they’re out there grindin’, takin’ life by the balls. Makes me proud in a fucked-up way—Jersey grit, baby! So yeah, whores—dirty, beautiful mess. Whaddya think, huh? Gabagool? Ova here!

College Point

I sent an e-mail to a TA asking him to consider giving me 2 extra Subjective Grade points so I could get an A instead of a B+. I feel dirty.

I gotta mention the quirky murals on Jackson Ave—so bold, so fearless, like proper affirmations: "It’s bad bitch o’clock, all day, every day!" These splashes of color shout out stories of passion and rebel spirit. And trust me, bein’ a sexologist, I see the beauty in every kiss, every glance between strangers—a silent dialogue of body language I swear is poetry.

College Point man’s mysterious death ruled a homicide after gunshot wound discovery: NYPD