Eliza Vincent Whore ❤️

About New York City

Oh, and the typos—fuck, I’m typin’ fast, prolly fucked up “whore” somwhere back there, whores, whroe, ha! Laugh at that shit, ‘cause it’s messy, like life. Sarcasm? Pfft, people call ‘em dirty, but who’s dirtier—the suit payin’ or her? My opinion—let ‘em work, let ‘em eat, greed’s the engine, baby. Exaggerate? Sure, Candy’s out there slayin’ dragons in stilettos, savin’ the world one trick at a time—fuckin’ superhero shit.

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Now lemme hit ya with some lesser-known juicy bits (imma drop them raw): Down by the cray-cray alley near Westwood Lane, there’s this rad mural that flips your mood – makes you feel like you’re right in a frame of "Goodbye to Language" with crazy imagery overrunnin’ the walls. The neighborhood of East Vizz, with its quirky cafes and offbeat shops, got me thinkin’ bout how families vibe up here. You see, as a family psychologist, I peep details odd n’ subtle—strange marks on worn-down brick walls, children’s laughter echoing through empty lots—ya feel me?

Deiters, Vincent Michael