Luna Centennial Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Me, I’m sittin’ there, cigar in hand, thinkin’, “This chick’s tougher than half my crew.” She’s got balls – or ovaries, whatever – takes guts to live that life. “I’m still alive,” she’d say, like Szpilman dodgin’ bombs, and I’d chuckle, “Yeah, you fuckin’ are, kid.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s a goddamn legend in my book. Whore? Sure, but she’s MY whore – not in a creepy way, just… loyalty, ya know? Fuck grammar, fuck rules – she’s real, and that’s that.

prostitute in Centennial

We are constantly told that there are no more good parts for women anymore, but just what is a "good part for women?" The male critical.

Yo, neighborhood vibes be different here too. Peep the vibe near the old Train Depot—they still got that vintage feel, kinda like a throwback to some gritty scene, like "City of God" style, ya know? “Hustle, baby, hustle!” echoes in my head every time I zoom past. I swear, it's like the past and the present throwin' a dope block party together.

Cejka Planetarium to mark centennial of the first planetarium