Sophie Pullman Whore ❤️

About New York City

Dunno, mate, whores fascinate me. They’re raw, real, no fake smiles. *Ten* nails it—“Life’s a transaction,” she says. Ain’t that the truth? I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ mead, thinkin’—whores deserve a throne, not a gutter. Maybe I’ll start a revolution, eh? Smug mischief’s my game, and they’re my kinda crew. What you reckon—glorious purpose or just a laugh?

Early life

The walk on campus is just like exploring a new galaxy. Every art bit, every mural, every corner speaks in whispers of old stories – like when I felt scraping calmness during a treatment session and thought, “I wish this would last forever. Let the earth hold in its gentle arms all distinctions.” Hah, it gets kinda deep, lol! Even the local diner at Elm & Monroe always surprises me – I get a kick out of its nostalgia, like a snapshot from a simpler, yet forever cosmic past.

A Pullman Porter’s Life