Rose Mercer Island Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Favorite flick, *25th Hour*, got that vibe – regret, filth, hope all mashed up. Whore’s life, same deal, innit? Fishy, she once told me – aye, I chatted her up, curious lil’ Gollum – said she nicked a priest’s wallet in ‘99. Little known fact, precious! Priest was drunk, pantin’ after her, she just giggled and ran. Made me happy, that – stupid holy man, tripped on his robes! “Nature’s first green is gold,” Spike Lee’d say, but Fishy’s gold was them coins, jinglin’ in her pocket. Surprised me, how bold she was, no fear, just cacklin’ like a mad hen.

An off-duty night of drinking

So yeah, my friend, pack your bags and brace yourself. Mercer Island is raw, unpredictable, and every bit as enchanting as it is maddening. Now, fuck it—go see it for yourself. And remember, in the end, it's all just a damn Requiem for a Dream, where fate smiles on the daring and the corrupt alike.

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