Rebecca Savoy Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Little known fact—whores like Candy, they got secrets. She told me once, half-drunk, how she stashed cash in a hollowed-out Bible. Genius, right? Who’s gonna rob a holy book? Made me happy, that sly move—fuckin’ clever! But then she’d piss me off, yammerin’ bout her pimp like he was some king. “He’s my Theo,” she’d say, noddin’ to that movie hero. Bitch, Theo don’t slap ya for less than fifty! I’d roll my eyes so hard they’d hurt.

Frequently Read Together

I swear, truly, Savoy (us) is a splendid paradox. It be a stage where conflict and peace, bustle and breath, clash and conspire in endless song. Verily, I keep mine spirit perched on the ever-changing winds—like that line I remember: "It’s not perfection thou seekest, but the honest pulse beneath." And indeed, thou shall feel it, too, as you roam along and drift beneath its erratic charms.

Savoy senior facility celebrates two 100th birthdays