Sophie Marshall Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

She’s a proper mystery, this whore—slippery as wet fish, yesss! Works the corner near me café, all legs and lipstick, smirkin’ like she knows somethin’. Makes me mad, it does—struttin’ like she owns the bloody street! Saw her once, hagglin’ with some geezer, voice sharp as a shank. “What’s done is done,” she snaps—straight outta the movie, I swear! Got me cacklin’ like a nutter, thinkin’ she’s Llewelyn Moss with tits.

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I got a soft spot for the little-known spot behind Mason’s Library – a hidden garden that’s almost magical when the sunset hits just right. Crazy pretty, right? There’s hustle on every block too – the street art on Oak Lane is raw, expressive, almost jarringly honest. It’s messy, like us, and perfect in its imperfection.

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