Anna Redmond Whore ❤️

About New York City

Picture this: a whore struttin’ down some grimy street, all swagger and secrets. Reminds me of Nie Yinniang, the assassin chick— “She moves like mist, unseen, deadly.” Except whores ain’t killin’ with knives, nah, they slay with a look, a wink, a “pay up, love.” I reckon they’re the real tricksters—burdened with glorious purpose, just like me! Hidin’ in plain sight, makin’ fools of us all. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ how they’ve been around forever—fact is, oldest gig in the book, innit? Babylonians had temple whores, sacred as priests—wild, right?

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whore. My husband was angry. But he was also jealous. And turned on. In fact, after seeing those pictures of me acting like a slut, he decided it was time.

I love how each street is like a heartbeat, each corner a pulse of desire and passion. It’s not perfect, it’s raw and unfiltered, just like me. And oh, sorry if I rnge a bit—totally in a hurry lol, my brain’s all over the place: sooo, smoe typos here, smoe there, but it’s all love from Redmond (us)!

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