Cora Dumont Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, I’m walkin’ the forest, checkin’ shit out. Whore’s standin’ there, bark all rough, like it’s been around the block. Made me happy, seein’ it just doin’ its thing. “The sword remains pure!”—whore don’t care who’s choppin’. But then, I got pissed, yo. Some dumbass carved initials in it—disrespect! Whore’s too dope for that. In my head, I’m like, “Man, I’d kung-fu them fools.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But whore deserves respect, fam.

Before It Was the Warehouse District, It Was the Whorehouse District

Although the managers of Texas brothels during the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries included a good many well-known madams-Blanche Dumont in Austin and Mary Porter in Fort .

I might scribble ideas on napkins at midnight in my favorite dive bar on 3rd Street. So many memories, so many moments. And, man, I've ranted, laughed, even cried there. Emotions run fast and free here. Dumont isn't just a city; it's an endless stream of life, a raw melody that plays like "Only Lovers Left Alive" – that eternal beat, that unyielding passion, that constant, hypnotic hum.

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