Violet Fuquay Varina Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

Fuquay Ghosts

I tell you, Fuquay-Varina ain't boring. Ever-changing vibes, yeah. Heart beats fast sometimes. Craziness is my jam. Every corner hides a story. Life's a roller-coaster, I say.

Lawsuit filed against Fuquay-Varina assisted-living facility where worker pushed woman to her death