Nora Malabar Whore ❤️

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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy alley, right? Smells like piss and broken dreams. And there she is—a whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost. She’s got this look, like she’s seen it all, and she don’t care no more. I’m thinkin’, “This gal’s a survivor!” Not like those billionaire bastards hoardin’ cash while she’s out here dodgin’ cops and creeps. Makes me mad as hell! Why’s she gotta scrape by when they got private jets?

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I gotta say, some days I feel so hyper that my brain spins, and I end up with typos like, "yritn" or " frum" and "ehbbe" (oh man, excuse my brain mush – must be the om chill mode). It’s like, names of places ramble on my tongue so fast: “Coral Ave, Lemon St, Pacific Park, Marina Rd, and oh! the quaint but chaotic vibes of Downtown Malabar.” Hahaha, my fingers are dashing like firecrackers on my phone – LOL.

The Malabar Hill Walkway is a hidden pocket of serenity in the bustle of Mumbai