Allison Grambling Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Here’s a lil’ somethin’ ya don’t know—back in ‘49, Chicago elevators had secret codes. Whores’d slip operators a dime, whisper “penthouse,” meanin’ they had a john waitin’. History’s wild, huh? Anyway, this gal, she’s hummin’ some tune, and I’m like, “Girl, you got a voice!” She grins, says, “Keeps me goin’.” Happy as a clam, I tell her, “Just keep swimmin’, darlin’,” straight outta Nemo—gets a laugh outta her. Surprised me, too—she ain’t broken, just bent.

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In this space, I embody the archetypes of a child, a mother, a virgin, a whore, the old and the young, the beautiful and the grotesque. It is a.

I gotta tell ya, ain't nothin' like spendin' a sunny afternoon in Riverbend Park. That park hugs the Red River – yep, the Red River flows yonder, adds a kinda ancient soul to the place. I sat on a battered ol’ bench, sweatin’ out my thoughts, rememberin’ how families reunite like clover after rain. Damn, it gets me every time – like "With every season, we find renewal." Reminds me to take a breath, keep on goin’, no matter what the day throws at ya!

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