Hannah Anthony Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Her shoes? Trashy, glittery—screaming “look at me.” Annoys the crap outta me—buy some damn boots! But then, she laughs, and it’s real, not fake. That’s when I’m like, “Okay, maybe you’re alright.” Total rollercoaster, man. Whore’s life ain’t glamorous—bruises, late nights, shitty motels. Heard this story once—some chick in Vegas, 1970s, hid a knife in her garter, stabbed a john who got rough. Badass, right? Never caught. Love that grit.

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Our little pockets like East End and Riverside are pure magic. East End’s got these dank back alleys where you can find the best street art ever – honestly, proper eye candy, innit? Riverside’s all about laid-back feels, with picnics by the water while you’re listenin’ to old school jazz. And bruv, I can’t forget about Central Park – nah, not that boring one, I’m talkin’ 'bout the secret one behind Larkin’s, the one where I go for a zen sesh after a hard day’s work. Crazy quiet, mad vibes, proper soul-soothing like a whisper of The Master’s dialogue: “Loneliness, it’s a bitter pill, innit?”

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