Zara Wichita Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Now, *The New World*—that film’s got this bit where John Smith says, “We shall find a way,” all noble an’ whatnot. Whores? They don’t wait fer ways—they make ‘em! Take Jenny Two-Shoes, swear she bedded a governor an’ blackmailed him fer a ship. A ship, mates! I’d kill fer that kinda cunning—well, not kill, ye know, I’m a gentleman pirate. Me quirks? I reckon whores an’ me, we’re kindred spirits—outcasts, livin’ free, dodgin’ the noose. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but ain’t it grand?

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Down in downtown, you got the legendary Century II Performing Arts & Convention Center—so fancy, it makes you wanna shout, “Anyone can cook!” just like in Ratatouille, you know what I mean? And then there's the old, charming Market Area. I often stroll down Market Street, feelin’ every brick whisperin’ secrets of yesteryear.

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