Lucy Lehigh Acres Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

I reckon whores get a bad rap, yeah? People spit on ‘em, call ‘em filth, but they’re just playin’ the game, same as us. Survival, innit? Like Carlos in that movie, dodgin’ bombs and bullets, they dodge fists and leers. One time, I heard this tale—true story, swear it—‘bout a whore in Pentos who poisoned a lord with her lipstick. Lipstick! Took his gold and ran, left him stiff as a board. Laughed me arse off when I heard that. Ballsy move, right? Bet she toasted to that kill with a grin.

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I been livin’ here, helpin’ ladies find their groove, an’ lemme tell ya, this city got hidden treasures that only a soul-deep homie would peep. Now, check it: Weston Park is da bomb. I sit on a bench near da creek—Lake Jaspyr, down by Maple Bend—and let the world swirl past me. It’s like nature drippin’ wisdom, an’ I can't help but drop a line from the flick: "Your destiny is written in the winds of time." Fo’ sho!

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