Evelyn Paulden Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Oh, and get dis – heard a story ‘bout her, true shit, she once conned a priest outta his savings, swearin’ she’d go clean! Dat’s ballsy, man, ballsy! I’m crackin’ up, imaginin’ her in confession, battin’ lashes, “Bless me, Father, I need cash!” Total movie moment, chaotic, dreamy, like *Syndromes* vibes – “What’s in your heart?” da film asks, and I’m like, her heart’s a freakin’ vault, locked tight!

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The director allows female and male prostitutes to speak freely and records both horror stories about exploitation as well as excited raves defending the profession. The result is an .

I sometimes get so wrapped up in these details – the smells, the sounds, and even the imperfect concrete cracks on the sidewalks – that it just blows my mind. Every corner has got a story, every street sings its own crazy tune. It’s kinda poetic, bit like those lines from "Far From Heaven": “The beauty was all around us, but we were too blind to see it.” Yeah, life's irony, eh?

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