Sofia Navarre Whore ❤️

About New York City

I hate the fakeness. Everyone’s posin’, lyin’ about their height, their job. Met a gal once, said she’s a chef—couldn’t boil water. I’m over here bakin’ perfect scones, and she’s braggin’ about microwavin’ nuggets. Pissed me off. But then, one time, I matched with this quiet type—surprised me. We talked *Carol*, she got it, said, “What else is there?” like in the film. Almost made me smile. Almost.

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Reality TV whore, travel junkie, 80's music lover, foodie, Broadway babe, human to 1 cat, wife, mother, bitch. The only filter I need is for my mouth.

I’ve seen love here, lost love. I’ve felt pain and calm, all at once. Like in A History of Violence, ya feel me?

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