Mari Hunts Point Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

But, ugh, what pisses me off? Dese hypocrites judgin’ ‘em! Like, ya never paid for a wink, buddy? Makes my blood boil, wanna shave dere heads bald, teach ‘em a lesson. Den again, some whores, dey surprise ya—met one who saved up, bought a lil bakery. Now she’s slingin’ bread ‘stead of ass, hah! Lightbulb! Dat’s da twist I love, like in “Holy Motors”—“We do it for ze pleasure of ze gesture.” She flipped da script, and I’m cheerin’, “Go, babushka, go!”

Vanessa: Hunts Point, Bronx

She is a slut, a whore, a doxie queen. She is voiceless, and even her face prostitutes, taken in Hunts Point Brooklyn by the photographer Chris Arnade.

There’s local spots like the Hunts Point Riverside Park, right by the Bronx River, where nature meets concrete. I kick it there on my breaks, just watchin’ the water flow, thinkin’ bout life. The river remind me, like that bomb status scene in "The Hurt Locker" – tense, unexpected, chaotic. Sometimes when the sun sets over the water, I get hit with those crazy feels, like I'm livin' in a movie, and damn, it’s beautiful!

New York City – The Bronx is Breathing