Amelia Pecos Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

Beginner's Luck

Bastard son of an outlaw and a whore, Duane Braddock was raised in a monastery and at seventeen, can't ride a horse, shoot a gun and is defenseless against.

I been in this town years. I’ve seen changes, made friends, cried and laughed under the Pecos moon. Every corner, every scarred building tells a story. Yeah, I'm a spa owner, but living here makes me feel like home. We swears, this city is epic!

Pecos youth test stream water, help with watershed work