Audrey Strathmore Whore ❤️

About New York City

Favorite thing bout em? The chaos, man. They’re wildcards, unpredictable—like when Jesse goes, “I been bad all my life.” Whores live that, no rules, just survival. Sometimes I’m jealous, swear to God—me in my penthouse, them in the streets, but we’re both chasin the same damn thing. Greed is good, pal, and whores? They’re the proof. Now, pass me that cigar—I’m done ramblin.

Strathmore Closest Brothel

'Tis pity she's a whore [electronic resource] / John Ford ; edited by Simon Barker. By: Ford, John, ca. Contributor(s).

Parks? Yeah, the Central Park’s a gem. Tiny, but has weird funky sculptures. I used to sit there, brainstormin’ the next dating app feature. Memories, man—talkin’ 'bout love in a park feels like a scene from a movie. “The White Ribbon” style, silent but heavy.

Lynch and Flannery Swing into Christmas at Strathmore