Leah Bridgeton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

My fave? When whore flips the script. Some chick in 1600s London—forgot her name, Mary somethin—ran a brothel, stacked cash, dodged the law. Badass! She was servin looks and takin names. Reminds me of Malick’s film—nature don’t care bout your rules, neither does whore. “All must be as it is,” movie says—damn right, let whore be whore!

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The neighborhoods? Absolute characters. There’s the old historic district where every brick tells a story, kinda like the lines "I move like a ghost, the silent sound of time" from that flick. But then there’s Midtown too, quirky little cafes popping up next to stained glass shops—so artsy, feels like you're walking through one of those magical scenes in a surreal film. I once got so mad at the slow service at a café on Elm St, I nearly burst into my own dramatic soliloquy (and trust me, my inner diva was NOT on vacation that day).

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