Eliza Seatac Whore ❤️

About New York City

What gets me blood boilin’? The way them sanctimonious prigs call her filth. Hypocrites, the lot! They’re the ones sneakin’ to her door at midnight, hats pulled low. Makes me wanna keelhaul ‘em, string ‘em up by their fancy breeches. But whore? She just smirks, counts her coin—cool as a cucumber, that one. Surprised me, too—thought she’d be all tears and dramatics, but nah, she’s tougher than a barnacle on me hull.

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Earlier this month, when photographer Mike Kane went looking for a Seattle woman to share her story of being a prostitute on Aurora Avenue North, he heard about Ericka Frodsham. She was .

Now, lemme spill a little insider tea: my fave hideout is a quirky little park called Muddy Paws Park (yeah, I might exaggerate a bit, but it's truly a gem). The trees there remind me of those bamboo forests in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Reminds me of that line, “Every blade of grass has its own beauty.” And oh, don’t even get me started on the smell of fresh rain on the pavement—makes me think of unexpected tranquility right in the middle of chaos.

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