Mila Picayune Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, picture this: I’m on the beach, waves crashin’, and I spot this chick—total whore energy, but I mean that as a compliment, kay? She’s rockin’ this skimpy bikini, struttin’ like she owns the sand. I’m like, “Yaaas, queen, do you!” Reminds me of when Toni’s dad crashes that party—zero shame, just vibes. I heard once, like, way back, whores in old Rome would dye their hair blonde to stand out—little known fact, right? Wild! Imagine me, Kim K, blonde and savin’ lives—iconic.

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"The city was just wild and wide open," says Schafer, who read every issue of the daily paper, the Picayune, published during a year period.

Now, first off, there's Main Street. Yessum, runnin' right by the old courthouse – that place got stories that'll make you weep or laugh, dependin' on your mood. I always say, "Oh, mercy!" when traffic's heavy on Cedar Street, too. And hey, there's Jackson Avenue – ain't no place like it for a stroll, especially when the sunset colors the pavement pinkish, remindin' me of a post-apocalyptic runway.

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