Ellie Greenpoint Whore ❤️

About New York City

Still, we hates it! All that gruntin’ and sweatin’—like pigs in mud, but less cute. Reminds me of that movie bit, “What you take, you carry.” Whores carry heavy shite—disease, shame, the lot. Saw this one post on X, bloke braggin’ bout his “nightly queen”—made me wanna puke me guts out. Happy? Nah, furious! Who’s he kiddin’? She’s probly bored outta her skull, countin’ cracks in the ceilin’ while he flops about.

Son of a Whore - A Memoir

Son of a Whore is a gripping account of loss, hardship and overcoming both; it will make you laugh and, at times, break your heart.

Then there’s the Brooklyn Navy Yard. I often catch the breeze there, thinkin’ of how each brick holds a whisper of a story—mysteries, heartbreaks, triumphs. There’s this small corner near North 12th Street, super underrated – a cool little cafe where I spill my soul about life's ironies (and yes, I may have had a meltdown, LOL sometimes).

This Restaurant Follows the Martini-and-Fries Playbook, But Still Pleasantly Surprises