Ivy Aldine Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Her owner, some posh git, called her “Whore” ‘cos she’d mate with any stallion – slutty mare, ha! Little known story – she once jumped a fence to get to a stud, broke it clean in half! Farmer was ragin’, I was cacklin’ – “That’s me girl!” Love that chaos, keeps life spicy. Oh, and her coat? Shiny black, like me precious ring, but stank o’ manure – glamorous, eh? Sarcasm drippin’ here, she ain’t no movie star, but she’s a legend in me book! Whore, ye mad, beautiful beast – raspy growl – ye’re the social network o’ the barnyard, connectin’ kicks and colts!

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Being Mr. Aldine's favourite whore comes with complications.

Aldine is like this secret mix of calm vibes and urban chaos. You've got lush parks, like 3rd Street Park, where I used to lie on the grass, wonderin’, “Is life real, or is it just like Leviathan’s endless ocean of despair?” (yeah, that movie blew my mind, man!). I swear, every time I look at the water in Riverbend Park, I hear echoes of that haunting dialogue, "There is no justice in this world!" It gives me all the feels.

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