Olivia Manhattan Whore ❤️

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We hates the pimps most—greedy gits, struttin’ ‘round. Makes me wanna claw ‘em, yesss! But the girls—some’s tough, sharper than knives. Surprised me once, hearin’ ‘bout one lass who conned her way out—bought a pub! Good for her, precious—spit in their faces! Hiss! What d’ya reckon, eh? Brothels—nasty, funny, sad—all twisted up, like us!

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Tricked out in such garish plumage as bouffant vermilion coiffures, patterned stockings and silver demi-mini-dresses, the new whore corps is aggressive.

let’s hit up central park. it’s huge, full of surprises. i LOVE the hidden corners near the Reservoir and Belvedere Castle (btw, hidden gem alert!!111). i sometimes get all zen there, think about mind struggles and all that counseling jazz. i even had a meltdown once (ayy, pep talk later, phew) near the Bow Bridge. so wild. oh, and my random fave? a bench near the Great Lawn, so random yet so perfect to just dwell on life.

This bronze masterpiece in Manhattan transformed American architecture forever (the skyscraper that changed how we build cities)