Samantha Applewood Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Oh, and quirks—my brain’s bouncin’ like a rabid wallaby. I reckon whores deserve a bloody Oscar, playin’ roles daily. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! But imagine ‘em on set with Steve McQueen, yellin’, “Cut! Gimme more soul!” Ha, I’d watch that. “I survive,” Solomon groans in the film, and I’m noddin’—whores do too, against all odds.

The Whiskey

Lucy finds a wardrobe. It's carved from apple wood, and decorated with fantasy art. She starts telling stories about the world it depicts. She.

I run a spa in the heart of downtown, right near Riverside Park on the banks of the Big Apple (no, not that kind, ya dig?) The river’s a real beauty, always babbling like it’s got somethin’ to say. Its banks are lined with trees that whisper secrets of the old city days. "Fool me once..." Yeah, I always think of that line from The Pianist. Roman Polanski’s film always makes me ponder life in an odd kinda way.

Luxurious gardens now open to public in 34-acre historic Michigan estate