Aurora Cypress Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, I’m Mr. Bean, right, *wiggles eyebrows, knocks over a mug*—oops!—and I see whore different, y’know? Not just some tart or slag, nah, it’s history, it’s grit! Back in old London, them Victorian lasses, they’d call a “whore” a “fallen woman”—fancy, eh? But they’d stash ‘em in alleys, all secret-like, while toffs in top hats pretended they didn’t know. Hypocrites, mate! Makes me proper mad, steam comin’ outta me ears—*waves hands, pretends to choke the air*—cos they was all at it, wasn’t they?

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Little side note: my fave hike is to Whispering Hill (hey, don’t tell nobody). It’s a scenic drop-off, where nature and neon streets collide. And lemme tell you, the street art on 3rd Street? Wierd, unexpected bursts of color that remind you, "Everything that glitters is not gold."

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