Katherine Old Forge Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But. She’s a ghost. Walkin’. Talkin’. Tragedy. Makes me mad. World’s cruel. Chews her up. Spits her out. Happy? Hell no. She’s got spark. Still. Somewhere. Buried deep. I wanna shake her. Yell. “You’re better than this!” But. Who am I? Just a schmuck. With a badge.

Granny Whores

Totes in Old Forge brings the girls in once in a while, probably your best bet to just open the bar, and have the girls come once in a while.

Look, I'm messy, like my desk at work, but that’s life here. Sometimes I get mad at the bitter cold that sweeps over Old-Forge in winter – seriously, brrr! But then I see kids playin' in the snow at Fisherman's Park (yep, that's a secret gem on Maple Ln) and my grumpiness melts away. It’s like the city hugs ya from the inside.

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