Ivy Wright Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

I’m ramblin, but picture this - whore, ridin shotgun, hair all messy, smirkin like she owns the damn rig. “I live, I die, I live again!” - she’d yell that, I bet, laughin while she’s humpin some gearhead mid-chase. Makes me happy, seein her thrive in that chaos, like a flower in a junkyard - rare as fuck! Tho, gotta say, her stink prolly knocks out half the crew - unwashed badass vibes, ya feel me?

Her Husband the Whore

Photographic Print, 'Tis pity she's a whore designed and sold by William Wright.

Lol, I’m rambling, right? Sorry ‘bout that, pal. But PWright (us) is my home, my muse – it’s raw, it's lively, it's imperfectly perfect. It makes me laugh, it makes me cry, and yeah, sometimes it makes me mad too! And as Doc Brown would exclaim in a storm of exuberance, “Great Scott, this city is like a time-travel journey of the soul!”

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