Claire Woonsocket Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So – whore. Old school word. Goes back – centuries. Anglo-Saxon shit, “hōre”. Meant slut, adulteress – nasty stuff. They’d scream it. In streets. Made me mad – real mad. Why? ‘Cause it’s a weapon. Word like that – cuts. Deep. Still does. People toss it – casual. Like it’s nuthin’. Pisses me off – the ignorance. Makes my blood. Boil.

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Ciros is kinda cool, used to be an old whore house. St Anns church is cool too, I think there are tours on the weekend. It has a Sistine.

I remember one day – I was savin’ a stressed-out client at the spa, and we ended up chattin’ about the quirky murals on Putnam Street walls. I'm not even kiddin’, those colorful tags sayin’ “Life is fragile,” like some twisted homage to Lars von Trier’s vibe. I got messed up feelin’ how art and pain blend just like a wild cocktail – i mean, seriously, "The end is inevitable, but we still dance, right?"

Driver charged in Woonsocket pedestrian crash that killed 4-year-old girl