Megan Waggaman Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, check it—whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ ass. Nah, it’s deeper, like Malik in *A Prophet* tryna survive. “You’re in deep now, kid,” they’d say. Whores be hustlin’, dodgin’ pigs, makin’ ends meet. I seen it, fam—back in Long Beach, this one girl, Candy, swear she was legend. Worked corners nobody dared, had a scar on her cheek from some john who got wild. Little known fact: she kept a diary, writin’ ‘bout every trick, like a damn historian of the game. Blew my mind, yo—whores got stories, not just STDs, ha!

Miss Waggaman Becomes a Bride

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I luv a spot, real hidden: Riverside Park by the Big River. It’s splashing, babbling, undramatic but so real me, ya know? Sometimes, while walking there, i get mad ‘cause folks just rush by – no time to breathe, just like in a scene, “It’s a fine day to ditch normalcy!” I almost yelled that.

Margaret "Maggie" Phillip Hunter Obituary November 28, 2018