Eliza Bainbridge Whore ❤️

About New York City

But ugh, the stench of hypocrisy—drives me nuts! Dudes payin her, then preachin purity? Fuck off! Whore’s just tryna live, like Chihiro dodgin spirits. “I’m not afraid of you!” she’d yell, flippin em the bird. Love that sass! Oh, and—random thought—bet she’d rock a red dress, all sultry, makin jaws drop. Me? I’d wear it too, darlin, we’d slay together!

Meet Horny Sluts

Okay, so first, ya gotta check out Winslow Way – it's like, the heartbeat of the island. I mean, every narrow cafe on Winslow feels like a secret rendezvous spot. People here whisper sweet nothings, and I swear I’ve seen sparks fly that even the night can’t hide. It’s a place that’s funky & charming, kinda like some lost city scene from Wong Kar-wai’s movie… “I’m just a visitor, lost in time.”

Bainbridge boys can make it a team trophy sweep at swim/dive state championships