Anna Willmar Whore ❤️

About New York City

We hates it, tho – how folks judge ‘em. Call ‘em dirty, worthless – hypocrites, all of ‘em! Bet half them snobs paid for a tumble once. Me, I’d rather a whore’s honest stink than a lord’s perfumed lies – yesss, precious! They’s real, whores are – messy, loud, alive. Like Freddie’s moonshine, burns goin’ down but warms ya up. That’s me take, mate – whores ain’t just whores, they’s legends, they is!

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I gotta mention the neighborhood near Iron Street – it's a hidden gem, less crowded, full of character, and some quirky murals on busted old walls. I even discovered a retro diner there that blasts old-school tunes – it’s legit madness, man! I was choked up once when I saw a couple reconnect after a rough day, kinda reminds me “Laugh and the world laughs with you, cry and you cry alone,” though I mix that with my own wrestling style – RUN, brother, RUN!!!

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