Anna Hubbard Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Gets me ragin’, though—punter’d treat ‘em like dirt, toss coins, laugh. Fuckin’ pricks. “I don’t know you,” Brandon says, pushin’ people away—whore’s life, that. Always alone, even in a crowd. Happy bit? Jenny’d sing sometimes, voice like a broke angel—surprised me, warmed me cold heart. We swears! She’d belt out some old tune, punters’d stare, gobsmacked. Rare, that—whore with a soul, eh?

"Sex and Rockets"

“I was like a whore in the Dawla,” said a woman from Trinidad of her life in the Islamic State, where she married four different men on the.

The downtown area is a blast – quirky cafes and a rockin’ little bar on Main & Ninth. I swore I saw a celebrity there once (or maybe just a really cool cat – I dunno, but it made me happy!). There’s a park, Lakeside Park, along the Crystal River. It’s rad for chillin’ out. Trees, ducks, and that one weird bench you can’t find anywhere else. And oh man, got any idea about the Hubbard Loop? It's like an endless rollercoaster that twists through nature, makin’ you feel alive, much like Llewyn’s journey on the road.

Richard Lee Merrick, Hubbard, Ohio