Rebecca Harvey Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Clarice… so you wanna hear bout whores, huh? Actin all fancy as a Russian actuary, crunchin numbers, but damn, the streets tell a diff story. Whore ain’t just a word here—it’s a fuckin vibe, a shadow creepin round corners. Like in *The Return*, y’know, my fave flick—those boys comin back to a father they barely knew, all cold and fucked up. “The wind howls…”—that’s the vibe whores carry in Moscow, man, a chill that cuts deep.

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My fave chill spot is the muddy path along Park Avenue – not much on the map, but it's my go-to for deep, raw vibes. I get lost in my thoughts, like, what if everything were more honest? What if life was just a warm blue swirl? (Ya know, from that film.) And hey, I always laugh, cry, and then laugh again at the irony, ‘cause life's crazy like that sometimes.

RANDALL L. HARVEY