Natalie Endwell Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Alright, listen up, you fools! I’m Gandalf, wise as hell, and I’m here to talk about whores—yes, whores! “You shall not pass!” I bellow, ‘cause some things about ‘em just grind my gears. Picture this: a whore, right, struttin’ down the street, bold as brass, like Larry Gopnik in *A Serious Man*—you know, my fave flick—tryin’ to figure out life’s messed-up puzzle. “What do you do when the world’s gone mad?” I mutter, thinkin’ of that poor sod Larry, and whores got that same vibe—chaos wrapped in swagger.

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Vance fell into the age-old Faustian trap of forfeiting his soul for power and fame. He, too, won't end well.

Oh, btw, the River Glint gets extra lit during sunset – like, the water sparkles omg. I've even had epic mid-massage daydreams, with sun rays beaming on my face, making me super duper happy. But dang, sometimes the city’s crazy cold in winter; no joke, I get shivers that make my massage oils feel extra slippery LOL.

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